Sherry, my heart. Your words shattered my heart. Thank you for sharing this. You are a beautiful soul. Your healing journey through your book has been such an inspiration.
That’s a tough one, isn’t it? I was like that too, wanting to be noticed but not scrutinized. Because scrutiny was always critical. I don’t have the same memories (exactly) but I definitely remember feeling the ‘ick’ from some men.
I’m probably worse now than I was as a child about attention. Decades of making myself small have made it challenging to accept compliments.
Thank you Kathy for reading and acknowledging these more sensitive writings. It felt good after I was able to write and transmute the familiar emotions that showed up this morning. For me it's being able to receive and not question deservabilty. The ick lives in me but doesn't rule me a such as it used to and for that I'm grateful. Slowly taking my power back.
You go sistah… acknowledgment laughter and love is the antidote combination! Oh, and daring to live the life you’ve always desired. That’s a big one too! Look at you spinning a challenging childhood into a gossamer gown of gold!
Sherry, my heart. Your words shattered my heart. Thank you for sharing this. You are a beautiful soul. Your healing journey through your book has been such an inspiration.
Thank you, Sam. I haven't written long form in a while so was surprised this is what came through this morning. ❤️
This is a brave post, Sherry.
That’s a tough one, isn’t it? I was like that too, wanting to be noticed but not scrutinized. Because scrutiny was always critical. I don’t have the same memories (exactly) but I definitely remember feeling the ‘ick’ from some men.
I’m probably worse now than I was as a child about attention. Decades of making myself small have made it challenging to accept compliments.
Thank you Kathy for reading and acknowledging these more sensitive writings. It felt good after I was able to write and transmute the familiar emotions that showed up this morning. For me it's being able to receive and not question deservabilty. The ick lives in me but doesn't rule me a such as it used to and for that I'm grateful. Slowly taking my power back.
You go sistah… acknowledgment laughter and love is the antidote combination! Oh, and daring to live the life you’ve always desired. That’s a big one too! Look at you spinning a challenging childhood into a gossamer gown of gold!
Kathy you know how to make me smile! A “gossamer gown of gold”!! ✨✨ Priceless!!