Happy Resurrection Day for all that celebrate; He is risen indeed. Church was epic, if not tiring. I am now totally exhausted after four services—but the choir has a week off now.
I’ve been reflecting a lot lately. After a deep piece of inner work recently, something shifted. A core wound healed. Now comes the uncomfortable part—rebuilding. It feels like walking through a desert trying to rediscover a sense of authentic identity.
Recent weeks have been overwhelming. Not due to trauma responses, but because I don’t yet have the tools for certain life situations. It’s not about regulation—it’s about practical gaps in how to ask for support, meet needs, or manage when key supports fall through. Sometimes asking for help feels impossible, especially when previous models were harmful.
I’ve also realised that I often avoid asking questions not because I don’t care, but because I don’t know how to ask them in a way that gets helpful responses. Sometimes they come out as statements instead. I want to understand people better—how they think, how they form impressions—but I struggle to frame it in ways others find acceptable. The fear of disapproval is real.
It’s a season of stretching, reshaping, and relearning.
#Easter #Authenticity #ChoirLife