When you share your story, you bring your heart out of your chest and show the other person.
You say, “Hey, this is me, this is what I’m about,and this is what I’ve been through,” and you say this not for sympathy or validation, but simply to be heard and possibly connected with.
Sometimes your heart gets flung back in your face along with insults or judgement calls on how you “should” have your shit together.
Sometimes you’re met with indifference, apathy, or outright cruelty.
And sometimes, some magical times, your heart is cradled by the respect it deserves. The other person cherishes your honesty and respects you for it even when she cannot truly relate to or fully understand it.
It’s a conversation that flows both ways, that says, “Hey, I see you. I’m here with you. You’re not alone, you’re not broken, and you don’t need fixing. I may not understand what you’ve been through, but I see you. I see you. I see you.”
It’s a conversation between 2 or more beings who’re able to accept themselves where they’re at, not where they think they ought to be or should be by now.
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