I live pretty much with my heart on my sleeve. It’s not the world’s most comfortable place to keep such a thing. With my emotions exposed, I walk this life with immense vulnerability. When something happens- a purposefully cruel message, challenging conversation with a boss or co-worker, someone isn’t kind to my child, or when the ultimate betrayals occurred with my ex-husband, I have felt these emotional responses longer than what I have always perceived was normal.
I vividly recall having been told by those closest to me not to feel so much, not cry so hard, to keep it together. I’ve been bullied by people that were supposed to accept and love me to “drop it” or “dead it” or repeatedly asked “why do you care so much.”
With my 37th birthday looming, I’ve done some deep, introspective work lately. I’ve meditated more- sometimes for 5 minutes in my car at lunchtime, sometimes pulling over to catch my breath after a rough day, and have written many unpublished pieces exploring who I am to those I love. In this work I’ve been trying to identify things that I want to improve about myself. How to be a better mother, wife, stepmother, daughter, friend. While exploring these concepts, I keep circling around this concept that I wish other people didn’t affect me as much. Other people have recently tried to throw some of their misery and fear in my lap, and in turn I’ve cried, felt awful and generally just been sad. If only my heart wasn’t so open. If only I wasn’t this vulnerable to what these people said or thought, I’ve said to myself many times.
This morning, upon reflection, I’ve realized that I’m done apologizing for my vulnerability. I’m proud of how much I love other people and how much I try my best to lead with a pure, open heart. I’m proud that I am passionate and emotional. There are certainly destructive paths I’ve gone down to quiet my resentment and pain. I’ve lashed out at others to hide my shame and enormous disappointment. Frankly, I’m done with these uglier ways of treating myself. I’m done with fighting against my nature of living emotionally and I’m tired of the shame of what’s happened to me in my life. I’m tired of be ashamed of my lack of relationship with my father, and what happened in my first marriage. I’m proud of how I still have an openness to love and the ability to feel things.
I do need to recognize the beautiful good that exists while I process tougher emotions. This perspective is so critical to anyone’s well-being (thank you for the amazing reminder this morning Haley). But I want us more emotional people, who feel that our hearts are sewn on the outside of our clothing, to stop with the self loathing. We need to stop with trying to cover up or apologize for feeling our way through this one life we all have to live.
There will be others trying to shed their own pain near us all, and it’s up to us how we handle that. Do we handle it with our own defensiveness? Or do we find empathy for what they’re experiencing instead. I’m working on that second part at this very moment, and in the meantime I will continue to accept who I am. Bleeding heart and all.
Sending you truth tellers lots of love and hopefully open-hearted inspiration,