24/11/2022
I’ve always been told I’m too sensitive. Feel too deeply, express too much of myself.
So, I built great big walls around me.
Strong enough to contain my emotions and thick enough to protect me from my own vulnerability.
I used alcohol to push and numb my thoughts and emotional body until I couldn’t feel a single thing.
I marched through life with a stone face and heart, determined to be what others needed me to be. Hard, logical, sensible.
Then I had children.
They soften my walls, showed me a love that weakened the foundations.
As they weakened, I started to experience hurt and I decided to let it in.
Painful situations that brought up unresolved wounds and beliefs.
Pure gifts from people that allowed me to discover who I am.
That s**t blew my walls right up, until there were none.
I started to feel my feelings, hear what they had to say and explored deeper parts of myself.
I embraced all of my sensitivity, recognised it as my super power.
My strength.
I began to notice that when I truly shared all of me, it allowed others to do the same.
And I got to experience a level of connection that brought me to my knees.
My old life simply fell away. The things and people who no longer served me, floated into oblivion.
I was sad, yet relieved.
A new me was building.
I swapped numbing for embracing my connection with self.
I swapped the shame of sensitivity with story telling and connection with others.
I saw the love in the darkness of myself and embraced it.
It gave me the ability to accept people for who and where they’re at in life.
To be a kick ass māmā, therapist and coach 💕
It gave me the ability to accept that I am me!
Sensitive, Deep, Joyful, Content, Messy, and beyond grateful for it all!
Never allow someone to shame you for the beauty of your sensitive nature - bathe in all its glory!
How freaking powerful are we when we allow those walls to crumble?