It’s tempting to hide.
All I have to do is stay home or plaster on the “I’m fine” mask before I leave my driveway and venture out into the world.
Because, frankly, sometimes I just don’t want to explain why I’m crying again, struggling still, walking wounded and not “healed”.
But it’s not healthy.
I cannot selectively numb my emotions. When I push down the painful, I slam the lid on all of it-joy and love included.
It takes courage to choose to be seen.
It’s hard to choose to walk honestly and openly in the world.
It’s risky to offer my authentic self up to an often inattentive, insensitive and critical audience.
But if I am to be truly known then I must choose to let others see my struggle and allow them to witness my failures and heartache.
Truth is, when I hide I forfeit real connection.
There’s no authentic relationship without vulnerability.
I want deep and authentic bonds with family and friends.
I don’t want to hide.
I want to be seen.