I Meet my Pain with Self-Kindness
If you think I often sit around with my hand on my heart, you’re correct.
If you think I do it because I feel mooshy about myself, let me just say- nope.
I struggle with shame on a regular basis. Shame is the intensely painful feeling that we are unworthy of love and belonging (Brené Brown).
I’ve learned that the feelings of sadness and shame are telling me I need comfort and care.
In relation to others, love is a noun. Something I don’t strive for. I easily ooze love for others.
But when relating to myself, I need a verby kinda love.
When I place my hand on my heart, it triggers the production of oxytocin, a hormone that helps us attach and feel secure.
When I speak validating words like, “this is really hard,” I can feel resistance leave my body.
When I meet my pain with the same level of care I’d bestow on a friend in need, I am entering a sacred space- a communion with myself.
I practice self-kindness in response to difficult emotions to take an active role in my recovery.
I am not weak because of my struggle with shame. I am prompted to learn, inspired to act, empowered to grow.
One day I might look inward and be met by a warm glow of love, but I don’t need that feeling to move forward in my healing journey. Don’t believe me, just watch. 🙂