Expressing my feelings. It seems elementary that this is something I only learned in my 26th year on this planet. To be more precise, the better lesson I learned is that my feelings matter.
I grew up walking on eggshells, making sure I didn't upset my father. It didn't help much, he was chronically angry about anything and everything.
Until this year I've always followed the lead even if it wasn't what I wanted because what I wanted didn't matter.
I'm not sure when my eureka moment happened but I realized that I do matter and my feelings matter.
Slowly I "stood up" for myself.
"It upsets me when you don't call me back."
"I'm sensitive about _______. Please don't tease me about it."
Maybe I'm only learning this now because I'm surrounded by such great people and have built myself a support system that I've never had before.
I'm grateful to the people in my life and I'm grateful that I learned how to voice myself.
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