Age regression is a powerful tool for healing emotional wounds by revisiting and nurturing our younger selves. It allows us to rewrite our trauma narratives, gain new perspectives, and create empowering stories for our present and future. Age regression is not about going backward, but rather integrating and healing our wounded parts. It promotes self-compassion, self-discovery, and greater wholeness. Additionally, age regression offers self-soothing and self-care by reconnecting with the simplicity and joy of childhood, providing the comfort we may have missed during traumatic times. By honoring and addressing the needs of our younger selves, we can effectively cope with and overcome the effects of trauma.
Bringing out my inner child and talking out her strengths, victories, and struggles by drawing as she would using my favourite art medium, the oil pastel— a striking material I could easily feel with my fingers that it becomes in touch with my being as I scratch a palette on my pad! From my brain to my fingertips to your screen straight to your heart, I hope you like the artworks that document my day to day healing journey that relieves me from my schizophrenic symptoms!
Hound of Baskerville
For long I've covered my eyes with hands to hide my face, a face fearful of the masks that which monsters I fear wear— monsters in voices not of mine and in others that I could not face. Yet bright eyes opened wide covered mine, that from my hands and theirs shot arrows of love to overcome deadly tones of hate— hate so unreal. My head thus shake to jingle hearts free!
Damien: A Heyoka Empath
I am an egg composed of many shaded passionate, fruitful, regal, calm, forgiving, and romantic— layers of my soul, each breaking brightly against the hurts and the greys of life I am without yet which they project on me as the hands and will of God so allow such that in return I may touch and heal them through the colours growing within me.
After Dark
I woke up from a nightmare of blood, blades, broken bones, wounded flesh, and a paralytic yet psychopathic woman who hunts unwitting men dear and close to me. It haunts in my wake yet I find relief on knowing she is not me. Later in the day heavenly sounds replace the horror I felt even as I rest on the same bed where the bad dreams lie. I rest for these bad dreams lie.
Scratch Out the Migraine
From my Brain to my Fingertips
Hugging Jireh
Still Going To Church
New Zealand? It's Tough
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