Earlier this evening, I had a vulnerability hangover. I was unsettled and restless. I cringed when I thought of writing the last post with a strong urge to stop writing them. My 'I am not good enough' gremlin was out to play big time.
Then I read an article on how time is really energy and we should pay attention to what we put our energy into. So I decided to put my energy into something awesome. I called my friend and we went to the local Windmills, a place we had been talking about going for ages.
We walked amongst the heather, the wild flowers, past the loch to a viewpoint overlooking the Ayrshire coastline. We talked while we walked. Talked at great depth.
My friend started telling me about her current boss and described the same shaming experiences that I had felt many years ago. We spoke about the brain fogging of bullying behaviour. We spoke about ignoring red flags in relationships and many similar stories of experiencing abusive behaviour.
And my long held desire to not talk about this felt less. I felt able to talk about it more rather than less. To explain the feelings in a tumble of words as they were met with understanding. I felt connected, seen and heard. Queen Brene Brown (this blog sure is fast becoming an ode to her great wisdom) says that shame cannot survive being spoken and it cannot survive empathy. Take that, shame. #owningourtruth #empathyasasuperpower #braveasfuck.
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