“I’ve never told anybody this. I’ve never said it out loud.” Through tears, her words were difficult to understand, but we all felt her heart.
I teach Mess of a Mom workshops in homes throughout my community. I begin with my story, my struggles, my qualifications to lead a workshop on being a mess. My list is long and varied, and it sets the stage for others to be vulnerable and open to the healing.
My story is the same, but the particular events I share are based on details that arise in the moment. And this day, I shared a piece of my story that resonated with one particular mother.
“I’ve never told anybody this. I’ve never said it out loud.” Through tears, her words were difficult to understand, but we all felt her heart. Until then, her struggle had been private.
Here’s the thing about struggle. It’s through the release of the words, the emotion, and the burden of holding it inside that we are lifted. It’s through the understanding that someone else sees you, and hears you, and feels the depths of your pain that you exhale.
Your story is personal and private, and those who are privileged to hear it are part of the healing process. For you, and for them.
Your story is not too much, it’s not too big, and I promise it’s not too scary to walk through when the arms that carry it have gone before.
The thing about being a mess is that we think we’re the only ones. We think that our story defines us, isolates us, and holds us back.
What if our story is the breath that brings another back to life? What if our story brings someone else out of the darkness we have navigated and is their first glimpse of light?
Storytelling is for the brave. It’s for the open who are willing to hold the space for another as a reminder that they are not alone.
Your story matters.
We’re in this together.