The problem with compassion is that the door too it is called self compassion. Unless you try it on yourself first and therefore see the door and learn to open it, there is absolutely no way you can open the door for others.
Category: Clarity
I am not broken. I am a goddamn cheetah.
Between stimulus and response there lies a pause. (…) And in that pause, breathe in to tame the fire in you, especially when it was fed by biases, injustice, manipulation, gaslighting, lies … . Breathe and before you act, ask yourself: is it SAFE for me to show my heart and emotions here?
From a woman labeled “angry” and “too emotional “ to her younger, caged, self: you are ok!
As I grew up, in a family that was no stranger to hardship and quite strong twists of fate, there were two phrases I would hear from my caretakers (parents, grandparents, extended family, teachers, neighbors) that have shaped my reactions in my later professional and personal life.
No one can harm us unless we let them.
I asked within, how am I helping? What is going on inside of me that creating a monster out of a disagreement? As it often happens, the answer seemed to have been prepared for a long time just waiting to be invited to the table.
People don’t see us how we are. They see us how they are.
I was reminded of one of the hardest things I have to reconcile with: the fact that there are people in my life who believe I am an asshole. That my actions are meant to hurt them, that I never care and that my intentions are horrible.
Sometimes being on the sidelines means courage, respect and love.
There is nothing simple about being on the sidelines. When we see our loved ones struggling, there is a breaking in ourselves as well, but there is no true love without respect, without the trust that the person we cannot live without is able to navigate whatever the moment brings.
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