“There are two types of people in life – people for whom life is hard, and then liars.” – Glennon Doyle
So many of us are looking out at the world – and scrolling through our feeds – feeling deep down that we just don’t have the life others do.
And we think it’s because we’re not good enough, not lovable enough, just not enough period.
The reality is, as Glennon Doyle so vividly states it, life is tough for every single one of us. The appearances and pretty feeds hide a lot of pain and struggle.
To make it worse, so many of us use comparison to also diminish the validity of our own troubles – as if they weren’t “bad enough” to count because others “have gone through worse.”
Someone I was recently talking to – who has a only-in-your-nightmares kind of trauma history, reflected that above all else it was the WORDS that sunk in deepest and, like poison in her veins, destroyed her sense of worth more than all of the other stuff she went through.
Not everyone meets the criteria for the hashtags I use so much of the time – #cptsd, #complextrauma, and #developmentaltrauma.
On the other hand, I think far more of us do than realize it.
I believe that if we looked more at our stories – and not just at symptoms we label as biochemical #depression or #anxiety – we’d get what’s going on a whole lot better.
Perhaps, we’d also more readily understand how healing the way memories are held in our brain can be a possible path to finally feeling we are lovable – good enough – or simply enough!!