“Tell your story. Shout it. Write it. Whisper it if you have to. But tell it. Some won’t understand it. Some will outright reject it. But many will thank you for it. And then the most magical thing will happen. One by one, voices will start whispering, “Me, too. ” And your tribe will gather. And you will never feel alone again.”
Can you imagine how good it would be to be able to talk? To be able to share. To have your pain held – like a scared, tender thing?
Can you picture that?
Can you imagine what it would be like to be understood? To feel understood. To know that you are not the only one. To know that others have walked in your shoes, and experienced what you’ve experienced.
Of course, it can never be exactly the same – because everyone’s experience is different. But something similar enough for them to absolutely get it. Without having to defend yourself, or explain yourself to anyone.
Can you imagine how good that would feel?
Can you imagine how the weight would lift from your shoulders?
Can you imagine the relief? The sense of being able to let go – of all the pain, the heartache, the sorrow, the judgment, the deep, deep disappoint and pain.
Can you imagine what a difference that would make to you?
I hope that you are able to take that first step. To find a way to talk, and to share what you’ve been through. You owe it to yourself. Your story really should be heard.
“Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: ‘What! You too? I thought I was the only one!’” – C.S. Lewis