safe

i have been thinking about a return to sharing my writing, it’s been years.

the other night, a dear soul asked me a thoughtful question, and, with that prompt, the words flowed out of me.

a theme kept repeating in that flow, safety.

i logged into my blog for the first in many years, clicking on drafts, the first was, surprisingly, but not, an entry with the title ‘safe’.

i sat and read the words and felt the universe around me, “remember these words?”

the following words were written before a huge transformational period in my life, and are so very telling of the path i did not know i would be walking several years later. 

in honor of myself, my path, my evolution,

i share these words written in 2017

for a long time i’ve found myself saying, “it takes me a long time to trust people”. lately, i’ve found myself thinking about this and what it really means for me, and i’ve realized it’s more about feeling safe, emotionally safe.

when we feel emotionally safe,

we feel free to be ourselves, without fear of judgment,

we feel loved without condition.

emotional safety, it’s soothing, it’s a soft blanket wrapped around your soul, it embraces you as your heart and mind let out a sigh of relief that you don’t have to worry, all you have to do is, be.

it’s a place where i trust that no one is looking at me and judging me for all the things that go on inside my brain, for all the things i struggle to be free from. safe, to be me, and, that, they actually love me, for me. i can talk, even when it doesn’t always make sense, and they listen. they care, even if they don’t understand the why of how i’m feeling.

going back to the definition of what emotionally safe is helps me to define and identify the opposite, feeling emotionally unsafe  –  “fear to be ourselves, fear of being judged, the fear of not fulfilling the conditions or being good enough to receive love”. my journey has provided me with the wisdom of what unsafe feels like for me, including people and situations that make me feel emotionally unsafe.

i know i’m an emotional being, i know i feel a lot, i know things affect me, maybe more than many,  and i’m learning how, who i am, all i am, is me, and that emotional safety is really important for me to have in all of my human relationships.

i try to be this person to others. one of my many mantras is, “you are not alone”, it has always been important that no one ever feel alone. that no one ever feel like that they don’t have a place to seek comfort, a safe place, a sanctuary.  no matter what, you should always know you have a place to go where you feel loved and safe.

 

the truest of true – friendship

the truest of true know no time or distance, they are forever there. no matter the time, the distance, forever in your heart, you care for them, they care for you and when you see each other, it’s as if no time has passed.

nearly 7 years ago, my world changed. drastically. the life i had known and the people in it were now over 3,000 miles away. my natural ability to trust had been questioned, i was now faced with hoping i could trust and rebuild. the trauma i went through reshaped my trust and, with that, my self-protection kicks in, so when i trust and love you, i do with my whole being, those closest to me are my family and i love them fiercely.

a year ago, my precious seattle family made a huge decision to move to my home coast, moving them nearly 3,000 miles away. i’m not going to lie, it was hard (read: traumatic), many tears were shed (read: sobbed). when you are faced with your truest of true no longer being five minutes away, when those last minute “let’s cook dinner and have an impromptu dance party” are to become memories, it honestly is a loss that one has to mourn.

sometimes we must allow ourselves time to mourn changes in our universe, it can be a period of sadness, but also a period for reflection. during this time, my belief in the truest of true was renewed. i visit, they visit, we laugh, we embrace, the love is forever there, the string connecting our hearts just got a bit longer, stretching the distance, keeping us connected.

through everything, there are those precious few that have stood the test of time and remain with me on this journey of life, i am forever grateful for my truest of trues.  you see, time and distance will do that.  if the truest of true is there, it will always be there.

 

it takes time

it takes time for the realization to come and it takes even longer to accept it. for me, it was a hint early on, a nudge that i pushed away. i was young, emotionally tender. i did not understand how someone could be such a way. i am not saying that i was ignorant to human nature, i, had just been fortunate to be surrounded by examples of love.

it’s those first times of that “feeling”, the feeling of knowing that something isn’t right. the “feeling” of your heart hurting from cruel words, a raised voice, a look. it’s feeling crazy that you feel that way, it must be you, because you’re told it is.

it takes time, sometimes, longer than anyone would ever think it would take. but these realizations are personal, each person that has gone through something similar, knows this. you can’t put your time-table on someone else. especially in these situations.

when the realization comes back stronger, pulling at your heart, you’ll know, or, maybe, just start to listen to yourself.

if you can find that strength to hear yourself, you’ll feel the power you have within your soul.

i found my power and if you’re reading this because you want to find yours, know that you can, please know that you can.