My husband accidentally hung himself as a child. He remembers slipping the rope around his neck then coming to on the floor with family members crying around him. He tells the story with a sense of detachment. “It was easy,” he said.
We all have personal lies, those unconscious beliefs that direct our actions. I think two of my dad’s big lies were; I am not worthy, and I am unloveable.
Letting go is a concept I didn’t absorb until I went to a spiritual retreat. I got a note telling me to let go at exactly the right moment. I finally got the message. I cried deeply, mostly out of relief when I let the words sink in. It was as if I was reading them for the first time.