Thought of the Week: Let me Pick Myself Up When I'm Ready

I feel like I’ve been continually knocked down but not allowed to feel the hurt of being knocked down. I’m just expected to get back up and keep pushing, as if it never happened. I’ve been taught that is the mark of strength. To endure being burned alive and never show marks of sizzling skin.

And for many, there is hope in that. Because we know that the pain, war, or attacks are coming. I’m not sure that narrative is serving me anymore. I do better when people allow me to be hurt for a minute and let me get back up when I’m ready. I will always resurface; just not on your timeline. I think I am looking for a space that allows for regroup, recoup, and healing. I am looking for a space that allows me to rest and regain strength. I am looking for the opportunity to take a breath between the blows, between the rounds.

I think I assumed that that space would be from more likely sources and places. And it’s starting to look like that’s not the case. It’s cool, I just don’t know how else to cultivate that.

What does it look like for you to cultivate that environment when you don’t feel like you have the resourcefulness or access to resources to create that for yourself?