I’ve discovered that healing sometimes hurts…like when severe burns are healing it’s hell. It’s the same coming back from psych drug withdrawal syndrome, a sometimes grave and disabling iatrogenic injury. It can be a heinously awful experience. I’ve also learned that practicing surrender to that which is allows me to learn from the pain and the more I surrender the more the whole process actually makes sense. So, yes, now I intuitively know all sorts of things about healing and life and living and humanity and so I can profoundly trust what is happening most of the time even when I still feel shitty. It’s pretty darn cool.