Becoming the Possibility of Everything | The Power of Reframing Your Story | by Sasha Frugone | Inspiring Story #86

Then I learned the power of reframing.

During a fight with my adopted mother, she shouted, “You were so evil and worthless that your biological mother threw you in a trash can.”

A therapist noticed how I stigmatized myself with this story and challenged me to try a new tool called, “reframing.”

Beginning with known facts, like a film editor I began moving frame by frame and reimaged a story that strengthened my soul.

The trashcan was protection from the below freezing temperature.

The war left baby-girls with bi-racial children and no funds who chose the socially accepted solution of drowning girl babies. My mother wanted me to live.

The popularity of the restaurant further ensured my discovery.

Next, I learned how to visualize a mind movie. When the old story triggered the ache of abandonment, I chose to see a fragile girl-baby—cold, hungry, and exhausted—barely able to carry me. As she placed me in the trash can, tears ran down her cheeks. She said, “I love you. I want you to live. I will love you always.”

The next power tool was using visualization to forgive.

Child abuse is generational. I envisioned my father and mother standing side by side, facing me.

When I touched my adopted father, I saw him as a little boy being molested by a family member. I saw his confusion and resignation to acts he could not prevent. I felt his fear, sadness, shame, guilt and helplessness. I felt his unworthiness.

When I touched my adopted mother, a hateful face appeared accompanied by snarling laughter. This was her mother. I heard a scary voice saying, “I wish you had never been born. You are ugly and stupid. You are not my child.” My adopted mother began sobbing. A switch created red welts on her  back. I heard her beg, “Please stop, I love you Mother, I love you. Please stop”

Transparent adult images of my adopted parents exposed the damaged inner children. I touched the cheek of my father and said, “I understand exactly how you felt. I am so sorry that this happened to you. I forgive you.”

I touched the cheek of my adopted mother and said, “I understand exactly how you felt. I am so sorry that this happened to you. I forgive you.”

Forgiveness is not endorsement ...

Forgiveness germinated in the soil of understanding. It was not acceptance or endorsement. It was choosing to let go of resentment, the need for vengeance, and victimhood.

When I gave my story to my adopted parents; I could see them as frail people who had never gotten the opportunity to heal. Compassion welled. I knew they had done the best they could do with the consciousness they had. I was freed from the identity of a powerless victim.

With the cataracts gone, I could powerfully choose to be different.

My therapist taught me that whenever I am living inside a story that diminishes me, to reframe a new mind movie that does not trap me in pain, but returns me to my strength, my choice, and my capacity to heal.

I have learned that healing does not erase what happened; it transforms what is possible.

Healing does not erase what happened; it transforms what is possible.

I am grateful for every tear shed—for the moments of heartache, the seasons of despair, the deep shame, the fear, the self-doubt, and the loneliness—because none of it had the final word.

All of it was necessary for my education to heal.

Each wound became an invitation to awaken. Each struggle became a doorway through which I discovered resilience, compassion, and the courage to become someone I deeply love.

What had felt like breaking became part of what built me.

I get to be a healer. I get to stand in the truth that survival is strength, that brokenness becomes wisdom, and the pain becomes a life that helps others remember their own power.

Do not let your pain become your prophecy. You can rewrite your story, to showcase your strength, wisdom, and kindness.

                    I AM the victor of my story
                    I AM the champion of my story
                    I AM becoming all I was meant to be

This child, once left in a trash can, now stands as living proof that love can heal, that pain creates strength, and that the human spirit can rise beyond what once seemed unbearable.

                    I am the possibility of everything
                    You are the possibility of everything
                    We are the possibility of everything