October 26th will be the 1-year anniversary of my life-saving surgery. To celebrate, meditate, reflect, and process this milestone, I am heading to a cabin called The Little House that sits on the side of a mountain in Marshall, NC. The mountains are my healing place. And no place is finer, in my opinion, than the mountains of North Carolina.
I've adapted, accepted, and grown with my colostomy, but truthfully, I've not had the opportunity to really process all of the feelings in a way that gets it all out. I have cried, I've been depressed, I've picked myself up and I'm living life to its fullest. But I have never really sat in quiet and solitude in nature and just allowed myself to work through all of the emotions of grief.
This might not make sense to some, but because of the person I am, feelings have always been my strength while also being my weakness. I feel like I've done well with this whole new way of life. However, I have the need to really process it all, good, bad, and ugly in a space where I can be truly uninhibited.
While I know it's not my "fault," there is a part of me that still thinks of the what-ifs, why did I wait, angry at myself. It's time to shed all of that, grieve, and celebrate my life.
For many, the beach and ocean have healing qualities. For me, it's the beauty of the mountains that calm my soul. Feeling small in this big world and being reminded of just how wonderful life really is is magical.