Vulnerability Saves Lives.
TRUE healing: unashamed, accepting our stains and flaws, clawing at the surface and exposing the truth within ourselves. Vulnerability is freedom.
Why are we so scared to skinny dip in our emotions?
We all are in this masquerade ball of life.
We are dressed so stunning.
The cunning mask, masks the oceans of buried treasure we dare not unlock.
I wish we would all stop.........wearing them. Yes all of us.
Especially me.
The mask of cockiness blankets over the thrust of ever growing insecurities.
The mask of “happiness” is the addiction with self image.
The mask of rudeness is covering a broken human just finding a way to cope.
The mask of anger is just running from the long rope of emotions that really exist but can never be expressed.
We allow emotions to dissipate once they exit the mouth and enter the air.
What are we afraid of?
Judgement?
Fear of vulnerability is just the lack of trust in ourselves and in others.
If we could just trust in the bird and fly.
And enter the air.
Higher than the cloud of our fears and be bare.
And stop being scared....of what's behind the mask.
Society has made it a huge task to teach us that crying is weak and being vulnerable isn't okay.
That telling someone that I had a bad day is wrong.
That trusting people is retarded.
The songs of rejection push us far enough to never be able to cross the finish line of vulnerability.
They say expressing my feelings is overreacting.
We are so comfortable with underreacting.
We love the ability to hide because we are afraid of them not accepting the person inside.
We have to stop fearing non acceptance.
Of the person inside.
Once we accept ourselves, why do we need external acceptance?
The person inside is genuine, is real, is you.
The person inside is beautiful.
But your walls grew..
From hurt, from pain, from the same things we all go through.
Go through the tunnel and slide back into that ocean.
Open that treasure.
And measure your life after you reflect on who you really are.
So who are you?
Are the blue waves drowning you?
Can you not breathe in the oxygen of reality?
Reality TV would be a beautiful thing if they could just be real.
The wheels keep turning but we remain immovable.
Nakedness for some reason is not approvable.
We progress then digress, because growth will remain stunted the longer we keep the mask on.
But consistent progress is doable.
The hundred dollar bill says in God we trust . But do we?
Do we trust that we are beautiful and made in The Creator’s image?
Or are we suffocating from the cotton balls stuffed down our throat from what others have said?
Those words have stayed and made us lose the scrimmage.
But I don’t believe in losing.
My fear of vulnerability will no longer be because of someone else.
The bed is now laid because their words don't define me.
So I let them lay in their own feces that they tried to throw on me.
Stop throwing on four different masks a week.
One for your friends.
One for your family.
One for your job.
One for your sanity.
Being transparent isn't easy.
But the transparency allows you to weed out the people, places, and things that you don't need.
If you never open yourself up...
How will you ever know who truly appreciates the real you inside?
If you don’t know where you stand, how will you ever attract people that will always stand by your side?
People are loving your mask.
Falling in love with your mask.
Hiring your mask.
Supporting your mask.
What happens when you take it off?
Don’t think about it.
Just take it off.
It’s time to undress.
Throw away the masks.
Show the world who you are.
If they don’t like it.
Fuck em.
Vulnerable moment:
As me and my fellow friend say, we get deep but we don’t drown.
Vulnerability has always been a struggle for me. I equated it to being a coward. Suppression to me was strength. Ha! Well I thought! Now I know it is the complete opposite. Being vulnerable is the most beautiful and brave thing a human can do. And it so amazing to watch others do it.
So someone texted me this last night and it blew me away. She said “You’re a free spirit, goofy, but knows when to get serious, super caring but also fragile, and that you are very genuine.”
Boyyyyyyy, I jumped down her throat about the fragile part. I wanted no part of that blasphemy. But of course that is just me in denial and afraid of being seen that way. That is exactly why vulnerability has been such a hard thing for me to appreciate. I see fragile as bad. I see fragile as weak.
But she continued and said, “Not openly fragile. Deep down, like you’re tough and know how to handle shit. But there is something in you that is very soft and innocent that you possibly guard.”
And BINGO, she was right. And I was low-key salty that she was right. Sometimes the Universe will bring you the most random moments to wake you up. That did it right there. I hear your alarm God, I am up now, sheesh.
I am now accepting that fragile does not have to be bad. I have been guarded for so long because the soft and innocent parts of my being have been abused, raped, and neglected. It is time to reconnect to those parts of myself. I am surrounding myself around things and people that truly love me. And true love does not break. I truly love myself. I truly love this Universe. That is all the love I need. I might have fragile on the outside of my box, but I know how to handle myself now. And I will not accept people mishandling me any longer. I will stay vulnerable, I will push past the fear, I will stay me. I have been a closed oyster for too long. It is time for the world to see my treasure.