This is a really quick blog/brain dump about sharing and reacting.
I realize the power of sharing your story. I have a story to tell you all and I’ve done an okay job so far, but I definitely need to keep going, and to go deeper. I’m learning more about myself all the time. We all are, and I do believe that when we share openly and honestly, we all benefit.
I shared this photo in January and happened to reply to a comment. My friend since Kindergarten remarked that I look “lighter” now in spirit. True. I commented that she’s correct, I was very depressed and angry at that time in my life. True. My mom, over a month later replied that she and dad did the best they could. She replied in a way that showed she was very hurt.
The last thing I ever wanted to do in the sharing of my feelings and my reality at that time was to upset anyone. But, I did. I got sad about it and then it made me mad. I don’t want to have to censor myself when I tell the story of my own life.
I was depressed as a teenager. My parents had nothing to do with it. I didn’t know I was depressed. They didn’t know I was depressed. Now, with the wisdom of therapy and time, I see my depression as it developed throughout my life.
I need to tell my story for myself and for anyone who relatesto me. But I can’t be held back by worrying about hurting someone’s feelings. It’s a hard one to navigate for me.