I’ve been debating for, oh, 3 years, about how and whether to share my past experiences online. Recently, I’ve seen a number of people I look up to use their platform to share experiences that were vulnerable, that involved being mistreated by other people, that could result in judgment from others. What seems good about those shares is the healing that can take place by being open. I’ve been afraid to share some of my story, because it’s not just mine. It’s my husband’s, it’s past employer’s, our old church. I’m afraid of other people experiencing pain because I share my story. But that fear and consideration is countered by the cleansing that comes with being honest, being witnessed, receiving compassion and connection, and hopefully letting go of the past’s pain. Anne Lamott says, ““You own everything that happened to you. Tell your stories. If people wanted you to write warmly about them, they should have behaved better.” I especially love this image from The Holistic Psychologist:
These things from women I respect, plus the experiences of a couple of others recent shares give me enough validation that it’s at least not inherently sinful to tell your story, even if others feel bad about it. So, I’ve decided to start sharing my story of how I got to where I am now- thirty-five, married for twelve years, and on a brand new path of being an artist. Part one starts in the next post. I’m grateful for anyone who reads or responds, and understand if it’s not best for you to read these things that can be sad, frustrating or difficult.
If nothing else, I hope I can pass on the freedom to tell your story too.