As I read Dr. Brene Brown’s thoughts on vulnerability being strength rather than a sign of weakness, I pause to think of the effect it has when we lay bare our soul. Our fears that torment us, our shortcomings that shame us. Lay it bare to the world, to gauge the effect our words have on (our) people.
I have always shared my vulnerability, have always been honest about myself. I am not perfect, and neither is any other soul on this planet. And, so, as always, I shared this post on a photo sharing platform: “My anxiety took a bad hit. I survived these past eight months only because I had my art and my writing to help me give vent to my feelings.”
In response to these words, I heard someone say, “What’s there to get anxious about? It’s part of life! There will be ups and downs, highs and lows, joys and sorrows. One needs to accept life the way it is, fight it all and survive. I did it. What’s the big deal?”
The words hurt. But, the feelings behind those words hurt more. It could be a fleeting thought, expressed without pondering its effect, but it hurt. And, consciously, or unconsciously, I now fear sharing those feelings. Keeping those to myself will hurt most, but sharing them with my closest people–now that’s going to take time to happen. The healing won’t happen anytime soon–my sensitivity will come in the way.
It takes courage to put your wounds, your scars on display. But, it takes superhuman efforts to deal with the insensitive remarks that are cast in response.
We need sensitivity today, and empathy, kindness and love, to deal with life. Do we have enough of it to give those who need it most–ourselves?