There is no way to understand whether a space or a person is safe except venturing, risking a small part of your story with them, all the time aware that you can be embraced or you can be pushed away.
Not everything that shines (or that shines at some point) is gold
And sometimes it strikes me that words that were spoken around “the way we do things”, promises made in the relationship were just that, words. The signpost is always the way these encounters make me feel.
Pain as THE facilitator for growth
What was it about my newly acquired knowledge of him having experienced unimaginable pain that completely shifted my perception of him as well as the way we interact?
What’s transitions support got to do with it?
Little by little I understood why it all felt overwhelming, I realized how we are all connected and how there is no each one of us. There is just us. I was mad, I cried, I remembered and I … exhaled.
Today my smile goes round the block. Tomorrow … is another day.
And one day, in my twenties (the roaring 20’s), I created and believed the narrative that displaying a positive attitude, joy and gusto is dangerous. That it creates expectations in others that are unsustainable.
Here’s an interesting thought! What if I am ok the way that I am? Now that’s intriguing!
Based on the reactions of people around me, mostly men, I have always believed I am too much. I have always gone inside myself to criticize reactions I have, be them crying or laughing too hard, hugging someone I just met, telling something like it is, speaking too much or giving someone the look, the cold shoulder or the finger.
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