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Being wounded

Again a beautiful article found its way to my doorstep and this one speaks to me in so many ways. It comes as an explanation of how I feel to a “T”, and confirms the great transformation that is under way of emerging a newer version of myself. A version that has embraced the pain and has seen the beauty even in those most challenging moments. In a way it feels as if it was Mom’s final gift to me. I always thought of Mom as a young soul, so inexperienced and new to everything, with so little life experiences. But she wasn’t new to pain and loss, and she knew more then anyone else about that devastating feeling. She knew about being wounded and what it meant to have the light enter into the dark cracks of despair. She taught me one final lesson, perhaps one of the most important ones of all, and this was her time to pay it forward. It makes perfect sense at this point of my life to consider myself a wounded healer. To realize that it is those horrible things that crack us wide open, that actually become the very things that save us in the end. In fact, isn’t it a requirement all healers have embraced at one time or another? How could you heal and help others, never having felt and experienced this dramatic pain? How could you emphasize and realize their journey without having been there yourself? I can clearly see the image that is meant to be painted on to my shamanic earth drum now and a new vision has revealed itself to me. A vision of renewed purpose, a gift from Mom to build on in the future. In the meantime here is something to consider for the process of it.

The Wound Is the Call ~

“The process of individuation,” of becoming whole, to quote Marie Louise von Franz, “generally begins with a wounding of the personality and the suffering that accompanies it. This initial shock amounts to a sort of ‘call,’ although it is not often recognized as such.”

As if following a deeper calling, the event of our wounding sends us on a journey in search of ourselves. It is a wounding experience when the ego (the smaller self) initially encounters something greater and more powerful than itself, which is to say that the event of our wounding is initiatory, potentially leading us to our true vocation and destiny in life…

Being wounded can catalyze a breakdown or breakthrough, depending upon our ability to creatively express and give meaning to our overwhelming inner experience. The experience of becoming wounded can seemingly break us, while simultaneously breaking us open, thereby facilitating a connection to the world of the unconscious with its inexhaustible riches. In other words, our wound is potentially the doorway through which flows the revitalizing stream of the unconscious with its infinite creativity.

…It is an archetypal, universal idea that becoming broken, though on one hand seemingly obscuring our wholeness, is actually an expression of it…The anguished realization of our wounded condition is actually the first step toward recovery of our lost wholeness. Wholeness doesn’t necessarily mean not having a wound; rather, it is to be embracing the wound that we do have. The archetype of the wounded healer symbolizes a type of consciousness that can hold the seemingly mutually exclusive and contradictory opposites of being consciously aware of both our woundedness and our wholeness at one and the same time.

As long as we feel victimized, bitter and resentful towards our wound, however, seeking to escape from suffering it, we remain inescapably bound to it. Paradoxically, we can only escape the suffering by accepting another kind of suffering that is purifying. Instead of continually trying to avoid relationship with our suffering, if we are able to turn the violence that initially created our wound into what Jung calls “genuine suffering” (as distinguished from unproductive, “neurotic” suffering), we can recognize our wounding as a numinous event, an archetypal moment that seeks to make us participants in a divine, eternal happening.

Our wound is not a static entity, but rather a continually unfolding dynamic process in which we are participating moment-by-moment…The reciprocal interplay between our conscious ego and the unconscious sculpts our wound to take the particular form it does. An integral aspect of what constitutes our wound to manifest whichever way it does is our reaction to it – how we relate to it, what meaning we place on it, how we bear it.

Etymologically, “to bear” has to do with giving birth. The symptoms of our wound can be likened to a creative womb out of which emerges a new version of ourselves. When embraced, the pain of our wound reveals itself to be the birth pangs of a new inner being.

Paul Levy


Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

19 thoughts on “Being wounded

  1. Interesting post Rhapsody and you are right, we need to heal our wounds by accepting, what brought us those wounds. Then we have the chance to grow. By denying those, we might wait for maybe years to go on with our life.
    Much love to you, dear friend ❤

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  2. A great post Rhapsody. That rebirth after facing ourselves is that magic moment of acceptance. Finally, unconditionally loving ourselves, no longer being distorted by our fear.
    After enduring so much and then breaking through them changes us forever, and sets us free.
    And you are very right about the scar. Unconditional no longer has any attachment to it, but it most certainly is a part of what we have now become.
    Your light is shining dear lady, even though still very raw. My heart goes out to you as you heal and become that wounded healer, and the new journey you have now begun.
    Much love and light to you ❤️

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    1. It is truly good to know and realize all this information. Remembering it at times is still tricky when working past the pain. In the end I believe that every healer has to have been wounded at some time to experience true compassion and a sincerity and understanding that is genuine when it comes to offering help.
      May the days I forget my true calling turn into less on my journey to being that wounded healer.
      Sending much love right back to you ❤️

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  3. my journey is constantly going in an eternal cha cha. I think I’m good and then I’m brought back close to square one. So frustrating and tiring.
    I’m so proud of you for your growth and sharing how those of us around you can grow. You are an inspiring beautiful incredible woman. Thank you for your giving ness and your joy in life.

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      1. I’m not sure how I lost your first comment. I clearly answered it and it was such a nice comment. Thank you again.
        I know this one is meant for my dear friend Kris and I just wanted to say that I am delighted to read this. I have always believed in you. Way to go my friend. ❤️

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