Sunday, 12 April 2015

Morocco

A couple of weeks ago I visited Morocco for the second time. The first time I went was in 2001, in the aftermath of car accident that took the life of my sister and my mum's best friend. As you can imagine it was a traumatic experience and I never expected to ever go there again.



Some months ago, I felt ready. Ready to face my demons and ready to heal. 2014 was a year that my stress levels were at their maximum. I've had more heart wrenching years, but this was one where I knew that I had to make some serious changes in order to truly move forward. Going around the same mountain for years and years is not my portion in life. I want to live life and live it to the fullest.



It's so easy to fill your life with distractions and things that keep you from going to the places that you need to go. Taking that long hard look in the mirror and addressing what you see. It's not just about me. When you go through life refusing to face up to the truth, you don't just hurt yourself, you hurt the people around you, the people you love and care for.



So as part of this journey, I decided to go back to Morocco. It was a powerful and emotional time. I cried and remembered her and I said goodbye.


It wasn't a heavy trip though. I had a lot of fun travelling with my friend who is studying in Morocco for a while. We laughed, drank mint tea, ate bread and haggled! 

All in all it was a beautiful trip and a real step towards healing.
































Pin It

No comments:

Post a Comment

LinkWithin

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...