We all have guilt and shame and a part of us we hide so deep down inside and we pray nobody will ever see it.
We put on an act.
We say the “right” things.
We do what we’re supposed to.
We pretend to have it all together.
We try not be a burden.
We do what we think will keep us protected and safe.
We close up, and we shut up.
We were two different people, with different ways of dealing with things, and we were trying to merge it all together in a not so graceful way.
In that one moment, all my walls crumbled down.
I couldn’t pretend a moment longer.
Mostly, I just needed to hear those words that would begin my healing,
“Me too….”
Sometimes it still is, especially when I bare my life for all to see here.
And sometimes, people don’t get it.
But mostly….people do.
And for every email, for every comment, for every phone call and new friendship born from a “Me too…” moment, makes the risk God has asked me to take, absolutely worth it.
I understand myself, I understand them, and an empathy grows even for those who have yet to open up.
He did not ask us to pretend and to be fake.
He certainly doesn’t ask us to be perfect.
Our lessons, our lives, and our struggles are allowed, so that we can become stronger and better and able to love and care for the others in our lives.
And THAT is what all this “stuff” is for.
It’s scary, I know.
Not everyone will hold your heart with gentle hands, but the ones who do, will make all the rest worth it.
“Me too…”
© 2013 “Le Musings of Moi”