This popped up in my feed today; I am glad it did.
My journey to self-actualization hit a brick wall when I sat down to write about a difficult happening which I caused and had massive ripple effect. But… I couldn’t do it. I’ve never been unable to write. Writing is my catharsis, my healing. In self-actualization, writing is also a mirror and my reflection was about to turn very ugly. I got nauseous, physically ill, at the thought of sharing this “stuff” outside my head.
I learned a hard lesson that night: I’m all talk and no game.
I happily shared with people that I actively sought my inner self … until I hit a roadblock because I couldn’t, or wouldn’t, face the most difficult truth I know about myself. Damn, that’s pretty fucked up.
That was a couple of years ago. I still haven’t written about it … it’s not fully real until I do. I will fill that gap when I’m ready. Until then, my journey goes on albeit with more humility.
Thank you for showing me that I’m not alone.
With love — Rye