I have been thinking quite a bit lately about a piece of my personality that keeps nagging at me. It’s like this small corner of unhealed woundedness that’s been allowed to stay in the dark, where it has managed to touch most of my relationships and experiences. I have protected it and shielded it from the light because it’s painful and because I think I have some shame connected to it as well, and who wants to deal with that nonsense? And of course, I have that ever present voice in my head reminding me to be tough and strong and not admit weakness or reveal any real pain points or allow anyone to see behind the carefully woven curtain. Transparent but never vulnerable, that’s my (secret) motto.
But I think it’s time to bring it all out. I think I have finally seen enough people fight for and receive healing that I am starting to believe it may be possible, even for me.
So here it is.