07/09/2020
I’ve been on both ends of the spectrum - withholding love and being withheld from.
I’ve brought up insecurities, and was made to feel like my feelings weren’t valid. Or I was being ‘oversensitive’ and ‘crazy’ - only to find out, there was merit to it.
Or when I didn’t want to “care too much”, I put up a show of nonchalance and kept my distance. Cos to me, caring more = losing, and it made me feel vulnerable, when I wanted to be “strong”.
Strong… for who?
Withholding became my way of controlling the outcome, because I felt small and “not enough”.
It took a lotta courage, to confront myself - why had I set these expectations of the rs, and myself? I attached unrealistic conditions because I didn’t want to get hurt, or be told that the situation was not what I believed, but this avoidance also stopped me from seeing things for what it truly was.
Getting real required me to face up to reality; but it also helped me appreciate people for who they are, and accept myself for who I am.
There’s no “perfect” life, and this in turn, has taught me to be more forgiving on my journey and learn to take bigger risks (just like this one!)
I hope my sharing today’s encouraged you in some way to try and try again, in whatever it is you want to get to. If it’s resonated please lmk by Liking this post, and you know a friend who needs this today, tag them in this vid!
I’ll see you guys in the next one ❤️
Excerpt: Tiny Beautiful Things, Cheryl Strayed