A friend asked me to repost this earlier and I had forgotten until I crawled into bed and began replaying the events of today. I had a conversation this evening in which I responded from a space of hurt rather than a space of love. Although the person never told me how my rebuttal affected them, playing it over again now and putting myself in their shoes, I am quite sure it was hurtful and also not necessary. I know it sounds like an excuse but I am still growing, still trying to undo all of the damage I endured in childhood at the hands of trusted adults,and that which I've inflicted on myself over the years through uneducated decision making, anger, disappointment, possibly a little resentment, and fear. As I lay here, I find myself wishing this person had spoke up and called me on my bullshit but instead, I am lying awake beating myself up over it. I will be doing an affirmative prayer around forgiveness shortly but all of this prompted me to think...just Imagine how much easier life would be if we all simply honored ourselves enough to speak up when we are feeling what we are feeling ESPECIALLY if it springs forth from the action (or inaction) of another? Why do we expect people to just know what we need and when we need it? Why are we so afraid to show our vulnerability? There is no shame in feeling the way you feel, wanting what you want, and standing up for #OwnYourShit #SaySomething #NotAMindReader https://www.instagram.com/p/B8skcL2gxCc/?igshid=17tf0ufkreaga
