Authenticity… being so uniquely me, in all my colours. To be authentic requires that I really know myself. I felt completely lost, invisible, isolated. Getting to know myself has been a big part of my journey. 🌻
I really thought I knew myself quite well. I thought that, generally, I was fairly self aware. I knew that denial was one of my coping mechanisms, and even with that awareness, I still didn’t realize how deep my ego would bury the truth to protect me. Denial doesn’t play well with authenticity.
My truth is a childhood of abuse and neglect. Wearing the mask in public – everything’s fine, nothing to see here – but no one knows what happens behind closed doors.
🌻 My unique, imperfect self is now finding the safety to blossom and grow, and show up in the world, with authenticity. I bring safety in by setting and maintaining healthy boundaries, both with myself and in relationship with others. With healthy boundaries firmly in place, I can build self-trust and no longer need to rely on unhealthy coping mechanisms to feel safe in the world.
My daily self care practice (yep, that’s another new thing) includes yoga, meditation, walking, journaling and now blogging.
I can now look myself squarely in the mirror, and say with honesty and sincerity:
I love myself
I trust myself
I honour myself
I value myself
I protect myself
The Breath of Life
To The Core 