the things we do not say
We turn away from our own hearts
and thus we turn away from eachother
i am speaking from experience
i always thought i had to be put together to show myself to people
but a dear friend, a beautiful friend full of sunshine and light
reminded me that true healing happens in relationship
how can this not have made sense to me earlier?
if i have relational wounds, how would i possibly heal them on my own?
i see it clearer each day that i step into my own heart
my wounds, my emotions, my layers
i see the disconnect between us all
i see the pleas for connection all around me
i see the ways in which we all skim around the edges
testing each other to see if our hearts are safe enough
do you think this might be the most disconnected society yet?
we all know how to connect on surface levels
but have you ever felt somebody turn away just as you’ve shared your depths?
ive taken it so personally at times, thinking it was a reflection of me being too much
but it was an inability within them to meet at the depths
i have felt myself do this to people as well
feeling too emotional to meet them where they needed to be met
thinking that i have to word myself perfectly otherwise i shouldnt word at all
ive felt it in the 42 substack drafts ive created
scared to share, scared to not be heard, scared to be vulnerable
surface level posts, i share all of the time
the fear of being too much
in a world where people run from themselves
is not a fear that we should have
the strongest connections ive ever had
come from the ability to be vulnerable
and being met in the same vulnerability
i know it
ive felt it
the things we do not say
are echoed in hearts that we do not know
the things we do not say
are the bridges that we dare not walk across
the bridges to connection
to understanding
to empathy
we stay silent
wishing somebody would recognise our silence
we take courage
when somebody else takes the first step
shame lives in silence
This is a post i wrote a long time ago that i never finished. Its unfinished, its imperfect and thats okay. Ill post it anyway just to prove a point to myself. We dont need to be perfect to share. Sometimes the story is unfinished, sometimes the clarity hasnt arrived yet, sometimes im messy. Hiding that is hiding from truth. Shame likes hiding from truth.