It’s Sunday, and I have a confession.
Although I’ve been posting Morning Peeps since January 1st,
it hasn’t been until this past week that I started reading other's. I
couldn’t jump back in 100%, writing MPs, reading discussions, responding. I
knew it would be too much, but I wanted to peep.
In the past, I harshly and irrationally judged my self-worth
by the way in which I perceived other forum members interacting with me. It
triggered a LOT of anxiety in me. It got so I couldn’t think rationally about
it. Now I try to remember (and believe) I am not the center of the world (go
figure) and people aren’t out to get me. That others’ responses or lack thereof
most likely have nothing to do with me.
None of you know me in real life, although you may *know* me
better than my peeps IRL. I am vulnerable with your knowing, so I suppose it’s
no wonder I feel anxiety. What happens in therapy, I don’t tell AN.Y.ONE.
Except here. All the anguish I went through with oldT last year [If you’ve just
started reading me, let me just say it was toxic – with ruptures as frequent
and bumpy as the moguls in the Olympics], I didn’t tell anyone. Except here. I
was raw and vulnerable. Maybe too raw to expose myself as much as I did. Still,
I didn’t have anywhere else to turn for support. Not anywhere people really get
it. I rather imagine I’m not alone in this and many of you feel just like me.
My therapy world was in tatters, and I was terribly battered
by it. I felt way too exposed on the boards, and my anxiety about it was over
the roof. I went on hiatus. I had to. I was in batten down the hatches survival
mode. And then I felt very, very alone.
Returning, now, I am being careful, going slowly – as slow
as one can while still posting something new every day. (Actually, that kind of
seems like a racetrack but oh well.) I’m embarrassed to say, but I’ve created a
list of the positive responses I’ve received about Morning Peeps. It does not
stick with me at all that anyone likes reading it. So I pull out the list and
read the comments and tell myself this is evidence that what I am writing has
meaning to somebody. “I love the Morning Peeps. It is a great intro to the days.”
I tell myself this person is not lying. Even though it still doesn’t truly sink
in. I tell myself it’s evidence and given enough of it, there must surely be
some truth.
So, here we are. I’m writing, reading, and soon I hope,
responding. Baby steps, Kimosabe.
Vulnerability
is basically uncertainty, risk, and emotional exposure. Vulnerability is about
showing up and being seen. It's tough to do that when we're terrified about
what people might see or think. - Brene
Brown
Thanks for giving me the benefit of the doubt –
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