The Mishandling And Misunderstandings That Occur From Speaking At Times Where I Say Too Much5/8/2023 I had a conversation with a dear friend the other day. This friend who is also a guide for me as she walks me through a constant exploration and deconstruction of the internal belief systems that no longer serve me.
And on this day, the roles were reversed and I was blessed to be able to show up for her in the process of dismantling her own stories and patterns to find the truth inside. The conversation centered around when we speak and why we speak and if what we say is helpful or harmful—for ourselves and for those we share our words with. And this got me thinking, as everything gets me thinking these days, about the big questions that live here. Like, when is sharing our thoughts and feelings a benefit and when is it a coping mechanism that keeps us from our inner truth? Like, when do we speak in honor of our higher self and when do we use our words to deflect from our pain and seek to control? When are we showing up authentically and when are we merely manifesting our fears camouflaged as communication? Let me digress. I have a witness that sits on my shoulder. I have written about her before. She has wings like a fairy and she is very quick. She is my all knowing inner voice that keeps me from harm’s way and most of the time I can hear her before my thoughts fully form in my mind that are oh so not the right way to go. This is how quick she is. But with this…. With this communication piece of when to talk and when to truly keep my mouth shut, I cannot hear a fucking thing she says. I know she’s talking (she’s always talking) because she does not desert me. But my internal mind dialog is so much louder, and also really smart and quite manipulative, and most of the time convinces me that I am heading in the right direction, only to open my mouth and speak and shortly realize, fuck me, I did it again. I bypassed my discomfort and believed my mind’s story that this is a good idea. And then I have to sit in the discomfort of this place I created. Or try to fix it with even more words while my witness is flapping her wings and stamping her feet and yelling in my ear. She is mad. And she is always compassionate. And she knows I’ll eventually heed her advice. I hope that this is soon. That the breakthrough to understanding the trauma response that is this pattern happens in the next instant that I am faced with this desire. And that my mind will quiet for just a nano-second of a moment so that I am able to hear my fairy witness words. Until then, I will try and forgive myself for my mishandling and for the misunderstandings that occur from speaking at times where I say too much.
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Kelly
5/8/2023 09:48:04 am
Sooooo beautiful. I felt my stirrings of shifting moving inside of me when I read it. I felt my inner forgiveness for being human and a gratitude that you get it. Love you!
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Christina Alvarez
5/8/2023 08:33:51 pm
I too sat with a similar question this week - in an attempt to steer a conversation with friends away from the inevitable spiral into doom (yes, the conversation was political) I found myself delivering a Pollyanna like lecture. Not the most compassionate choice.
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