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I was raised to believe that being strong meant to keep my problems to myself. I bought the lie that no one wants to talk to an unhappy person and so I decided that in order to be liked I had to be happy all the time.
I broke past this pattern of thought and reached out to my friend giovannaminenna on Tuesday exposing the wounds I had been agonizing over all day.
I was defenceless, unprotected without my normal shelter of concealment. I was triggered that by doing so I wouldn’t be loved the same way anymore. That I was no longer strong when all my complications were becoming somebody else’s mess.
The truth is, is that when you move beyond a lie it will feel like you aren’t safe, that you’re out of control, and that you’re unloved. On the other side of the ego screaming is the truth: that you are in fact free.
So grateful for having friends that allow me to feel my vulnerability as courageousness .
Do you reach out during your dark times? I would love to hear about how YOU get free.