Be Fearless

Doing hard (scary) things is the spark that reveals your true strength.

Doing hard (scary) things is the spark that reveals your true strength.

I did something super scary today. Like, not even really THAT scary. I didn't bungee jump or run into a burning building or flee a failing country with my child.

But for me, super scary.

Because sometimes stepping up and doing a really hard thing and committing to growing is the scariest thing you will ever do.

Being sensitive is strong. Own that you are an empathic badass.

Being sensitive is strong. Own that you are an empathic badass.

There isn't an empath that doesn't bear the scars of the many horrible things we've been called. Of course, because we truly DO feel everything and we truly DO take everything to heart, this can impact us at such a deep level that we take their perspective on who we are as truth. Because of that, we try to hide the depth of our feelings, and we shove the pain we are sensing deep down within. And, we often get sick from this - powerful emotions have a tendency to make us sick if we try to deny them after all.

It's time to stop feeling shame because you feel so much. It's time to stop feeling like you are weak because you care.

Even strong people need support sometimes.

Even strong people need support sometimes.

I remember a time when I was going through so much that I truly thought I would break. We had gone through our 4th or 5th failed adoption, and we had to put our beloved dog of 16 years to sleep due to an extremely fast-growing cancer that gave us just days to figure out what to do (and there was no treatment possible).

I am a person who tries to always see the bright side of things. I always look for the lesson. I always believe that even bad things are leading me to something better.

But, in that moment, I hit rock bottom. My faith shattered. My heart was broken in a way I felt was permanent. I had picked myself up and brushed myself off so many times, and I truly felt in that moment that I could not do it again. The weight of the sorrow of all of that loss was overwhelming.