Showing Up for Oneself
sitting in discomfort with the woman in the mirror
Throughout the past year, I feel as though I gradually became more open to allow pain in to be an accomplice rather than something to hide or push away.
However, with my usual tendency to block out weighted sentiments as such, when I finally gave their presence a warm welcome of grace, these sentiments flooded my heart, as they’d grown vastly desperate to be acknowledged.
In turn, I acted in desperate ways myself, shameful, and hurtful as well…towards others, yes, but more so towards the woman in the mirror.
Exhausted of this elongated battle, my heart has merely ached for a moment of closure, which firstly began with forgiving myself and accepting what was/had passed.
As humans, I find that we often act in turbulent ways when we are being neglected of one of our three basic needs: satisfaction, pleasure, and/or connection.
In retrospect, my lack was in the department of connection.
Within connection, we often find a handful of necessities for our wellbeing: comfort, some level of certainty, support, vulnerability, empathy/compassion, and a safe space to simply embody the messy aspects of being human.
