I’m sitting here tonight thinking about why I share my story. I’ve realized I have been a lot more reserved lately. I no longer tell my story to every stranger, turned best friend, as of 10 minutes ago…I just can’t. I just don’t have the energy. My story is mine and although I believe it has refined me, I am becoming protective of it.
Despite this evolution it still seem easier to share it here than in person – in public. And I wonder….I wonder if it is that blogging seems far removed from the interpersonal interactions that are face-to-face conversations? And then I realize that I just feel safe here. This is my space. This space has literally carried me through the darkest moments of my life and you all have listened. You have offered support, love, and insight. Some of you have been able to relate to my pain of loss because you too have experienced it and you KNOW what it feels like.
It seems there is a precious vulnerability that comes with sharing your story with hundreds, if not thousands of unknown people. There is a new growth – a compassionate stretching that occurs when you step out in faith to share the sad, bad, ugly, and messy parts of your soul with others. I am a firm believer that our trials are meant to refine us, not define us.
I sit here tonight and realize that YOU are the reason I share. In sharing my story I pray I will have the opportunity to speak to you as you all have spoken to me. I am so grateful God lead me to this space when He did, because without it, I never could have made it this far.
So, onward and upward. Here’s to lots more sharing, lots more healing, and lots more lives being impacted.
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart ❤