Vulnerability

Reading this literally brought tears to my eyes tonight... This man is able to put feelings into words that I can't even... identify for myself... let along share them with anyone else... He truly has a gift and I am very thankful He allows me to share His words here.  Even though it happens time after time, I am in shock how closely his thoughts mirror my own. 

I must confess, this one... truly speaks to my heart and soul tonight... 

Vulnerability isn’t weakness. It’s about showing me the most private pieces of yourself, and that doesn’t make you weak. You’re still as strong as you’ve ever been. To me, you’re stronger.  

You protect yourself; you have to. There are people out there in the big bad world who would leap at the chance to tear you down, throw your face in the mud and make you breathe it. Who would make your life a nightmare, if they were given half the chance. So you hide your vulnerable parts away, like any sensible person would, along with your insecurities, your neurosis, and your little shames.  

But you lose something, when you do that. You spend so much effort locking these things away, these things you want to have out there, because they make you you, and it’s exhausting. You’re exhausted. You’ve been hiding these things away for so long, that you aren’t even sure that you know how to find them again. You just hope you marked the spot with a twenty foot X.  

 It’s ok. I've got a treasure map. I can find them for you, bring them out, and let you take your guard down, dissemble all those walls and just enjoy the open air for a moment. I’ll watch the door, make sure no one else comes in and sees them, I promise. It’ll just be me, me and your vulnerabilities. Your idiosyncrasies, your insecurities, and your little shames. I love your little shames.  

That’s what I’m here for, after all. To make you at ease, to make you comfortable enough to bring those things bubbling back to the surface, because they’ve been submerged for so very, very long. I’m your moat, your drawbridge, your castle walls. I keep the worst out, so you can get rid of all the bullshit that you have to use to protect yourself. That’s me. That’s what I’m for.

-By My Trousers Rolled, on tumblr.

Lost

Sometimes little girls get sad, lost and lonely. Sometimes they feel abandoned, and become prey to the demons in their heads. Sometimes they are wrapped up in fear and self doubt, they stop making sense to themselves, they lose their sense of purpose. They forget that they are exactly where they need to be right now.


Sometimes they need someone to remind them who they really are, what’s really important about them, that they are capable of so much more than they feel right in that moment. Someone to cut through all of the crap, who will shout down the demons, who will destroy the damaging fantasies. Someone who knows how to strip them bare - utterly bare - and reveal that what they are at heart is simple, pure, and in every way perfect. To show them that their mind may be full of stupid thoughts, but that they are not their thoughts. That their emotions may be full of sadness and pain, but they are not their emotions. That what they really are… that thing, that energy, is irresistible, beautiful, creative and deserving of infinite love and acceptance. 


We all are… Stripped bare of the foolish stories of the mind, we know we are so much. It’s just that some days we forget.. and get lost… and no longer know who we really are.

-Author Unknown

I don't know who wrote this, but... it decribes exactly what I'm going through - what I have been going through lately... I know that I am struggling with abandonment issues - especially since Mom passed... I just don't know how to bring myself back.