Vulnerability

I can understand how it feels

To open up and share what’s real

The fear of rejection, it’s so strong

Vulnerability, it feels so wrong

People can be cruel, that’s true

Invalidating thoughts that you pursue

In that moment, you just want to flee

Living in a world of hopeful dreams

Imagining their thoughts in streams

But reality can be cold and bare

Leaving you feeling lost and in despair

I admire your courage to be true

To express emotions, through and through

Connecting with someone who feels the same

Brings warmth to the heart, like a comforting frame

Being vulnerable is the most miserable emotion in the world. It comes with so much anxiety. Constantly second guessing yourself, wondering what the other party is thinking or if you made the right choice, worrying about what other people think of you, it’s just ridiculously scary. I’m all for vulnerability. The growth that comes out of it is well worth the misery. Without vulnerability, we don’t change. We don’t move forward, and we don’t become better versions of ourselves.

Being vulnerable growing up for me meant that I had to worry about how my mother was going to react. I rarely allowed myself to be vulnerable out of fear. I still have some lingering effects, okay, many lingering effects from my environment, but with the help of a couple of close friends, I make it through. I know I’m a lot, and my vulnerability moments are not pleasant, but I do have a couple of people that help me through. One friend has been extra patient with me on an issue. Without risks, we never find the light. Without being vulnerable, we never truly find ourselves.

#Vulnerable