There is nothing more frightening than a person who doesn't know their own story. Or who believes they don't have one.
You can't be alive on this Earth and not be a walking story.
A breathing poetry.
Every inch of your skin, every minuscule experience, good or bad, every breath you're taking in is made of a wonderous essence that is yours and yours alone.
But what you don't know yet is that you can choose how the story goes.
You don't yet know that you're the storyteller.
Your childhood's story was carved into your cells, into your mind's possibility to stretch beyond what it' s taught to, into how you are present in this world. This pain you learned as a child looped continuously in the background, advocating for an imaginary deficiency.
And now, years later, so much of your adulthood is spent trying to survive it.
Through adaptive strategies, defense mechanisms, self shaming, gaslighting, fear of owning your truth.
The trauma and the pain inflicted onto you warped the way you took life in. You slowly turned more and more obsessed with who you are in response to the world.
Unbeknownst to you, your daily life has turned into a compensation for what trauma has convinced you you're lacking in.
Before you knew it, you left the expression of your true self behind.
You forgot all about the authenticity you were born with before learning how to be what they told you to become.
And you know what the crazy part is?
Until you allow your authenticity to emerge, you are nothing but the unconscious story you made up in childhood about who you were told you should be to be loved.
Your veil of fear around showing up raw keeps you away from what you want the most: to be loved in your actuality.
Until you see your wounds for the first time, you live your life through the meanings you assigned to that which inflicted those wounds.
When you can't tell the truth about yourself, you can't see the truth about other people either. And so you're in relationship to the stories about the people in your life. Not the people themselves.
But then comes the good news.
The reason you survived the harrowing sapping pain your entire life is because there's a part of you that fights for you with an equally unwearied love.
That equally advocates for your birthright to being alive.
To your own TRUTH.
That fights for you to be loved as you are.
So when you become tired of others loving an idea of you that you sold them to stay safe, stop being an idea.
Start embodying your humanness.
Start by becoming the storyteller of your own pain. As you unweave the tapestry of other people's beliefs that you have adopted as personal truths, what is untrue in your story will melt away in the light of your awareness.
What is true will liberate you.
Nobody can save you from a life of your own unexpressed uniqueness. That is your life's journey back home. If you choose to.
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