"I’m not sure if I was naturally a quiet child or if I became one." Right? Learning the answer to this question and others like it. Isn't that the essence of the journey?1 Sloughing the "ideals" that we embodied, that helped us feel safe THEN, so that we can return to who we were created to be. I love the title of one of Karol Turman's books, "Remembering Wholeness". Re-membering, like pulling the pieces together again; figuring out who we actually are. Thank you for sharing this.
"Remembering Wholeness". Re-membering, like pulling the pieces together again; figuring out who we actually are” I love this. Thank you for your comment and sharing this quote. I’m not familiar with this author and always looking for someone new to read. Going to check them out. Thank you.🙏🏾
Karol Truman also wrote “Feelings Buried Alive Never Die.” This was an exceptionally pivotal book in my journey, and I will be writing more about it later.
The way you described the 'suffocating silence' and the feeling of becoming a ghost when your father withdrew his love... it's chillingly familiar. I too grew up in a household where silence was wielded as a weapon, leaving me tiptoeing around on eggshells, constantly seeking approval. It took me years to realize that I wasn't the ghost, but the silence itself was the specter haunting our home. Thank you for sharing your journey – it's a reminder that we're not alone in our experiences.
Thank you Alex for sharing yours as well. It reconfirms for me that sharing our stories is important because as you stated “it's a reminder that we’re not alone in our experiences.”
This really hit me. The way you describe the silence that once hurt you versus the silence that now heals you is so powerful. It’s amazing how you’ve been able to reclaim it and find peace in something that once felt so painful. Thank you for sharing this—it’s beautifully written and really resonates.
Hello Salwa. Thank you for taking the time sharing how this resonated for you. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. I am grateful when I receive comments from my posts that helped someone. 🙏🏾🫶
A powerful reflection of silence! Silence is a beautiful tool, but it can be deafening. Especially when we feel so alone and our wounds are so loud. Thank you for sharing
Thank you Alexandria. Those are the hard ones. I woke up this morning thinking about that post and had a mini panic attack thinking “Omg, why did I share that!”
Being vulnerable and putting your life on blast as a writer can be scary so when received with kind words like yours I'm able to breath a sigh if relief and not hit the delete button.😅😅
I know this experience so well, I often call it vulnerability hangover, as it can leave the system somewhat drained. am glad that my comment offered a sigh of relief. It is a reassurance that we are seen for our vulnerability and that is a really beautiful thing.
"I’m not sure if I was naturally a quiet child or if I became one." Right? Learning the answer to this question and others like it. Isn't that the essence of the journey?1 Sloughing the "ideals" that we embodied, that helped us feel safe THEN, so that we can return to who we were created to be. I love the title of one of Karol Turman's books, "Remembering Wholeness". Re-membering, like pulling the pieces together again; figuring out who we actually are. Thank you for sharing this.
"Remembering Wholeness". Re-membering, like pulling the pieces together again; figuring out who we actually are” I love this. Thank you for your comment and sharing this quote. I’m not familiar with this author and always looking for someone new to read. Going to check them out. Thank you.🙏🏾
Karol Truman also wrote “Feelings Buried Alive Never Die.” This was an exceptionally pivotal book in my journey, and I will be writing more about it later.
Thank you. 💕
The way you described the 'suffocating silence' and the feeling of becoming a ghost when your father withdrew his love... it's chillingly familiar. I too grew up in a household where silence was wielded as a weapon, leaving me tiptoeing around on eggshells, constantly seeking approval. It took me years to realize that I wasn't the ghost, but the silence itself was the specter haunting our home. Thank you for sharing your journey – it's a reminder that we're not alone in our experiences.
Thank you Alex for sharing yours as well. It reconfirms for me that sharing our stories is important because as you stated “it's a reminder that we’re not alone in our experiences.”
This really hit me. The way you describe the silence that once hurt you versus the silence that now heals you is so powerful. It’s amazing how you’ve been able to reclaim it and find peace in something that once felt so painful. Thank you for sharing this—it’s beautifully written and really resonates.
Hello Salwa. Thank you for taking the time sharing how this resonated for you. Thank you for your kind words of encouragement. I am grateful when I receive comments from my posts that helped someone. 🙏🏾🫶
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What a wonderfully written piece of work, Sherry! I like your writing style. I, too, grew up in a dysfunctional home, with my dad as the alcoholic.
Hello Eddie! Thank you so much for your words of encouragement. That means a lot. 🙏🏾🫶
Sherry how did I miss this one?? You are such a strong incredible person. You amaze me.
To be so compassionate and forgiving after that much pain...that is true strength and resilience.
Thank you my friend. From someone who I think is incredibly strong that means a lot! 🫶
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A powerful reflection of silence! Silence is a beautiful tool, but it can be deafening. Especially when we feel so alone and our wounds are so loud. Thank you for sharing
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Such a beautiful, vulnerable share Sherry.
Thank you Alexandria. Those are the hard ones. I woke up this morning thinking about that post and had a mini panic attack thinking “Omg, why did I share that!”
Being vulnerable and putting your life on blast as a writer can be scary so when received with kind words like yours I'm able to breath a sigh if relief and not hit the delete button.😅😅
I know this experience so well, I often call it vulnerability hangover, as it can leave the system somewhat drained. am glad that my comment offered a sigh of relief. It is a reassurance that we are seen for our vulnerability and that is a really beautiful thing.
Thank you for seeing it. 🙏🏾🫶