At my core, I’m a truth-teller.
When I lie (especially to myself),
my entire being shuts down.
When others lie to me,
I can smell it,
though I’d rather not.
I’m learning that vulnerability is my sweet spot.
It’s a super power I can wield at will.
When I choose to be vulnerable,
I am my best self.
I am open.
I speak truth.
I live truth.
I fill the room with my voice.
I am silent for long stretches of time,
I make mistakes.
I take risks.
I love deeply.
The days that I choose to trust and be vulnerable,
I am alive.
I wish I could say I am like that every day.
I am not.
There are other days that I hide.
That’s the best way to put it.
I hide because I’m the only human that knows when I do.
I hide because being vulnerable is downright scary.
According to Merriam Webster, to be vulnerable is to be:
1 : capable of being physically or emotionally wounded.
2 : open to attack or damage : assailable vulnerable to criticism.
That’s not sexy.
When I choose to hide,
I’m trying to protect myself.
I let things slide.
I’m quiet when I should speak
and loud when I have nothing to say.
So, believe me when I say, my personal work isn’t to be the
or best looking,
or most popular.
I am simply trying to show up in life completely open,
trusting that the rest will work itself out.
In 2018, I decided to start going to therapy.
You’re not a victim for sharing your story. You are a survivor setting the world on fire with your truth. And you never know who needs your light, your warmth and raging courage.” — Alex Elle