Living Inside The Vulnerable in the without and with the new “When it was up to you, you left it up to me.” Indigo Girls…
Use words with courage
Category: Life stuff
PTSD & Depression Mix & Match in DBT I was diagnosed with depression months ago. Not surprised. I’ve lost everything I’ve called home slowly and…
When all is said and done No more bullets in the gun No words to say At the end of the day I’m sorry you…
1987 The year the power of Michael Stipe’s voice took its hold on me, helping to mold me into the woman I’d become. Two years…
Sitting in awakening, Shadows call. Pulling myself back into the comfort Of the edge of darkness… Keeping company with everything once called home — and…
In the heartache of deception And the reality of rejection… Beneath the layers of concrete Poured, hardened, and cured, A seed awaits. Hope renews Life…
The text that lifted me again. Cycling down over and over again is exhausting. It’s taken months for me to see my patterns, what drives…
Vulnerability is a gift we give, not a weakness we feel.
Acknowledging that opposites can both be true is freeing. It’s a huge change in self-protection for many of us, especially those of us who have been taught to battle opposing views for our entire lives.
When we commit to living inside the vulnerable, we recognize our internal opposites and begin to accept the opposing views of others as also truth and non-threatening to our safety and security.
So, this is 48. This is midlife. This is heartbreak. This is raw emotion and true vulnerability, which I still believe is the purest form of love, and if I cannot share my vulnerabilities with my partner, I will begin to face them myself because I own them. And they do not make me weak.