Once upon a time, in a distant land, I wrote a blog about some very personal struggles of mine. Of course, once I felt that the appropriate amount of people had read what I had to say, I deleted that post, thinking I would never have any other use for it. The last few days, however, I have searched high and low (on my computer and the interwebs) hoping that I had saved that post somewhere because there are new people in my life who may find that information helpful or, at the very least, interesting. No such luck, however, and to be 100% honest, I’m not entirely sure I have the energy required to write about something so incredibly personal that permeates through my life (again). Sorry new friends, you’ll just have to ask me about it sometime.
I am bringing all of this up because the issues from my past decided to slap me right across the face earlier this week. There was a traumatic(or even remotely bad) situation, and nothing specific threw me into a tailspin, but that’s where I ended up. My peaceful, well-balanced world began to crumble, and although I knew (in my head) that the thoughts I was having were irrational and unfounded, I was having a great deal of trouble believing any different (in my heart). Lucky for me, I have friends who not only call me on my crap when I start with the negative self-talk, but who also allow me to sort through my emotions- even when it means I am a little “witchier” than normal.
This entire situation has caused me to stop and think about some stuff, namely being real/genuine/vulnerable/open with the people in our lives. Though it felt like the worst thing in the entire world to me when I wrote about my “demons,” so many amazing things happened as a result. When I allowed others to see me without any masks, they started removing their own. The result? Deeper and more meaningful friendships, and an incredible amount of support. Definitely worth being uncomfortable for a few minutes!
I didn’t write about my issues today because it is VERY difficult write about~ the permanence and publicness (is that a word?) of blogging means the words have to be perfect (not always, but for something that permeates my life, they need to be). I’m more than willing to share with you on an individual basis, however, so if you are interested in my story, just let me know.
Namaste.