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There’s a kind of exhaustion I see so often… The kind that doesn’t just come from doing too much— For a long time, I believed something was wrong with me. Why am I reacting like this? And when the answers didn’t come… I filled in the blank with shame, Not only is something wrong with me, But I am “the something wrong’, Me….all of me… Maybe you’ve felt that too. I want to offer something gently here. Your compliance… That was not a character flaw. That was your nervous system doing something incredibly intelligent. It was helping you stay connected, And sometimes… They didn’t have the language for what you were experiencing. And so you may have been labeled… Or… the easy one. And that part can get confusing. Because some of those labels don’t even sound negative. Being “easy.” Those might have been the very ways you stayed connected… But underneath all of that… And here’s something I care deeply about: This is not about blaming those systems. And from that place… Because when something isn’t understood, And when it’s misnamed long enough… We take it in as identity. But what if… What if the problem was never you— What if your body wasn’t broken… What if the shame you’ve been carrying There is a different kind of “no” available here. Not the loud, confrontational kind. But a strong, steady one that sounds like: “No… I’m not taking that story with me anymore.” And if it feels hard to let that go… Because your system learned those roles for a reason. So instead of forcing it away, First - Start Somatically - Place a hand on your body—your heart, your belly, wherever feels supportive. And gently notice… What happens inside when you hear: “This was never mine to carry.” Do you feel softening? All of that is welcome. If you notice softening, you might stay with that… If you notice tightening, you don’t have to push it away. If you don’t notice much at all, Then, you can come back and ask again… “This was never mine to carry.” And if it still feels quiet inside, that’s ok, your body might be asking for more embodied awareness, This is the kind of courage I invite you into… Not pushing yourself to change faster. But slowly, safely, And returning to what is. If this is something you’re exploring right now, In my work, we don’t just talk about these patterns or embodied exercises— If you’d like support, you can reply to this email
We’ll go at your pace. You’re not broken. And you get to choose, gently and in your own time, Remember, ❤️ You Matter. Your Healing Matters. You Are Worth It! |
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