My Lone Wolf Phase: How being alone helps me heal, grow, and prepares me for my future.

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Wolves are my spirit animal. 

The life cycle of a male wolf fascinates me. 

First, a young wolf is born into a pack, part of a tight family that travels, hunts, and plays together. As the pups age, they learn the foundational skills they need to grow. But ultimately, they can’t be the leader of the pack their parents founded.

And as they grow into their own, they must leave the pack. Sometimes by force.

And go out on their own. Into the wild. Alone. 

To learn loneliness, to learn how to endure pain, to learn to survive, to learn the value of a pack, to learn to lead.

Without the burden of that alone time, without learning to endure the pain of loneliness, of survival, the wolf can’t become the leader he needs to be to lead his own pack.

My life is much the same. If you’ve read my content before, you know how I’ve been separated from my pack. 

But I spent years trying to go back. To do things the old way. Doing everything I could to return to a pack I wasn’t meant to lead. 

And in the past several months, I’ve learned to embrace that. 

And yea, It’s been painful.

But I can tell I’m finally healing. Learning to feel that loneliness, to endure the pain, learning to survive on my own. 

Here’s how…

1) I talk myself through things.

I’ve learned to speak to myself like a friend. When I’m worried, nervous, or confused, I talk myself through it. 

This method has become my natural counter to the judging voice in my head. 

In these complicated moments, now I hear another voice in my head calming me down, I’m safe in this moment. I’m right here. Everything will happen in the right time. 

2) I’m more patient.

I used to be described by others often as hyper, jumpy, and energetic. My whole life I would run up and down the stairs whenever I came to them. I couldn’t sit still. Trying to move at the pace of life. I was always on the edge of my seat afraid of where the next hypothetical attack would come from. Frantic. Frantic.

I’ve learned to take my time. I remind myself, I’ll get there. It’ll all work out. 

I plan out my schedule, am more organized, and yet realize things often don’t go according to plan. I give myself grace when the day isn’t going the way I wished.

Life moves at my pace. 

3) I get triggered less often.

This mostly comes from my reactions to the things people say. Again, I talk myself through it. If someone says something that makes my shoulders perk up, I think it through, realize it’s less about me than it is them. 

If someone say’s something weird or hurtful, they’re the weird and hurtful one, not me.

4) I set boundaries. 

Just the other night I was pressured to go out right after work. I was tired and didn’t want to go that early. An older version of me would have just been pushed into going. 

I still wanted to go, but I requested time to rest and take a nap before I went. I verbally set a boundary that took care of me. 

I set boundaries with my family, with my friends, and even at work. I’m getting so much better at protecting myself and standing up for myself.

5) It takes a lot more to get me down. 

Whereas small setbacks used to lead me to a daily freakout session, I’m learning to move with the flow of life.

In truth, I’m stronger. I can endure more pain and keep moving. I think this picture sums up my growth well… 

6) I value my alone time. 

Alone time is me time. I’m learning to enjoy being alone. 

Going on adventures without having to wait up for friends. Playing whatever music I like. Intentionally doing the things I love to do: reading, writing, drawing, and more. 

When my alone time gets threatened, I know to protect it. That alone time is my time to heal, be my truly unadulterated self, to rest and recharge. 

In fact, more and more often I find myself wanting to be alone. Honestly life is just easier when I can do things my way and not be consumed in needing to take care of others in order to feel worthy. 

Because my worth doesn’t come from taking care of them.

It comes from being me.

And as I learn to be take care of me, I can pour from a full cup and be more ready to help the world.

As I continue to grow in these ways, to strengthen myself, to become everything that I can be, I’ll be ready to lead my own pack.

My way.

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