I deserve to be held too

This one was a big deal for me.

As women, we’re naturally caring, empathetic, nurturing, and all the feminine things. The down side is that we take on over-giving, self sacrifice, being available for emotional bumping (at least I was), trying to fix other people and their problems.

Coming back to myself was and still is an unlearning of all these disempowering beliefs and behaviours.

For me, playing this nurturing role comes naturally but when it was coming from a place of my wounds, it meant me losing myself in the process.

I had to recognise where I wasn’t being honest and vulnerable with myself and in doing so was trying to fix things that were never mine to fix. To feel the the depths of my emotions, sensitivities and how easily I can go into my wounds consciously and unconsciously.

It’s easy for me to make others feel seen, heard, understand, loved, it’s was harder for me to be seen, heard, understood and loved.

Having people who can hold me, has become extremely important for my wellbeing.

That call or that meet up with a friend that includes an ugly cry, being silly, cracking jokes, being in wonder and processing the deep things that matter, and still being loved and accepted is extremely healing.

I had to make an effort to ask for help and to allow myself (heart) to be seen. To risk rejection (a childhood wound) and to do this to find the ones who are for me.

This thing called CONNECTION

We all need it, like we need air to breathe.

I’m grateful for the ones who can hold me even when I feel unholdable. For the ones who make time for me because you know how difficult it has been for me to ask for help. For those who make me feel seen, heard and loved.

For the beautiful souls who are courageous enough to share their wounds and allow me to share mine with you. For making connection easy