Honoring the truly authentic part of me, and loving my darkness

 This writing was originally published at Rebelle Society. I dedicate this writing to all my clients who I have witnessed struggling with the parts of themselves they have a hard time loving and to every human being touched by these worlds.

I know I am in love with my darkness.

I realized it after that dream in which I was supposed to sing my
favorite singer’s lyrics. My favorite singer arrived right on time to see
me sing her old and new songs I had not yet learned.

In my dream, I decided to go and sing her old songs I knew by heart.
Those songs have always been a priority for me. Life has to stop every
time I hear her songs.
In my dream, I was having the chance to be heard and listened to by
my favorite singer.

I had this dream after fighting the night before against my darkness.
When I woke up from the dream, I realized that my favorite singer and
all her songs represented my darkness. I realized then how much
I loved her.

Every time I sing her songs, it is as if I’m singing a hymn to myself. It is
like honoring that truly authentic part of me. When opening my eyes, I
stated to myself, “I love my darkness!” Instead of fighting with it, love it.

I love my darkness because when I am aware of her presence in my
life, I get in touch with a deep authentic part of myself that I cannot
possibly reach when only in the presence of my inner light.

I love my darkness because it makes me feel whole and complete.

I love my darkness because it makes me feel human, far from perfect.

I love my darkness because it helps me connect with other imperfect
amazing human beings like myself.

I love my darkness because it reminds me of my own fragility, your
fragility, and the fragility of life.

I love my darkness because without it, I would not have been able to
deepen my relationships with my fellow travelers in this life.

I love my darkness because it gives me a reason to make life better for
others and myself.

I love my darkness because it has taught me about the good risk of
allowing myself to become vulnerable, in times of difficulties, to those
who care about me.

I love my darkness because it helps me appreciate the complexity of life.

I love my darkness because it allows me to feel a sense of mastery
when trying to work with it and through it.

I love my darkness because everyone has darkness in them.

I love my darkness because without it I would be less human.

And believe me, when I say that I love my darkness, I do not mean that
I love to suffer. I just realized how happy I was when I woke up from
that dream, not hating the dark part of myself, but realizing how much
I loved it.

I love all of myself, and not just one part or fragments. I do not want to
only love the parts that deserve to be loved, or the parts that readily
show up every day to make my day bright and happy.

I do not want to only love the parts that know how to make me laugh,
the conciliatory part, the smart and bright part of me.

I want to also love those that are kind of difficult to live with, to listen to,
to talk to, to convince, to convert to the light, but who always refuse it.

I love all of who I am, no matter if some of those parts have been
shamed, embarrassed or unacknowledged in the past. Even more
reason why they need to be loved.

I do now embrace all of myself. When I woke up from that dream and
felt all of my own self-love, I danced because I realized I do not have to
hide parts of myself anymore.

I can now grab the microphone and sing those love songs, that clearly
say how much I have fallen in love with my darkness, to myself.

---