“I realized there was no shame in being honest
There is no shame in being vulnerable
It’s the beauty of being human.”
When I decided to write this blog, I knew one thing: I wanted to be truthful. I wanted to be open and real about what I have experienced and what others have gone through as well. As I began to write each post, I found myself second guessing my writing, “Is this okay to post? Will it make people uncomfortable? How much sharing is too much?”
I personally love vulnerability. The process of opening my heart to others gives me instant gratification. There is something about sharing your unedited story that I find very powerful. It’s often the stories that people are scared of telling that matter the most. Some of my past isn’t pretty and some of the things I’ve gone through are less than ideal. I’ve made mistakes and been on the receiving end of a lot of mistakes. I am in no way in the business of slamming people or “outing” others for the wrongs that they’ve committed against me. We are all human and have done things we wish we could take back, so my vulnerability will mostly focus on myself. I believe that when we are vulnerable, it also gives others the permission to be vulnerable back to us. Sure, in the back of my head I have had thoughts such as,
“But this family member/friend follows me on Facebook, so maybe I shouldn’t post about that hard time,” or, “That random kid from high school might think it’s weird that I am sharing these things.”
In the end, I can only stay true to myself. So, in the future, just be warned, that this girl loves vulnerability. We could try to hide our blemishes and pretend that our lives are as picture perfect as they appear online, but this is not what I want for my life. Countless amounts of people walk through this world feeling alone. They feel like no cares, or that no one could possibly understand what they are experiencing.
I still remember the day that I shared one of my deepest hurts with another person. I had bottled up my experiences and honestly had no idea that someone else might understand. I thought I was the only victim of injustice and was destined to live in isolation. I stared at my dear friends ceiling during a sleepover. We had been laughing, joking, and sharing our feelings through the night(as girls typically do). As I gazed into the blackness of the room, I decided to take a leap and share my deepest secret. Imagine my shock when I found out that this person had gone through a similar circumstance. The chains that once bound me seemed to be breaking. Vulnerability offers that gift of freedom. The gift to know that you are not alone in your pain, hurt, or past experiences. As I share my story with you in the coming months, I hope you feel the freedom to share your story as well.
“Honesty and transparency make you vulnerable. Be vulnerable anyway.”-Mother Teresa