‘Celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and failed’.
Fully relate to the vulnerability hangover 😂 it’s hard to know the balance between the feeling of sharing too much and too little. This was beautifully written and utterly, humanly relatable.
Wow, this moved me on today! thank you for articulating what it feels like to face our little selves again and love them. reminds me of bell hooks writing about a childhood pic she loved and grieved losing: “There is a look of heavenly joy on my face. I grew up needing this image, cherishing it — my one reminder that there was a precious little girl inside me able to know and express joy.“
This moved me so much when I first read it and has been in my heart since, so I came back today to read your words again. I'm in the practice right now of vulnerability, like the kind of actual vulnerability you talk about here, that gives us transparency hangovers... and I think for me it connects to letting myself find resonance in the places my kid-self could never have imagined were for me. Thank you for sharing what you shared, deep resonance over here
Good afternoon. Thank you for sharing, it really is needed. I am working on healing my inner child and this has been a reminder to keep it up.
-Also, to the thought that everyone who goes into the desert, dies, I can say that I have been stuck in the desert and came close but survived. Gonna have to write about that. 😅👍🏼
I’m a Robert too. I’m lucky - my parents took hundreds of pix of me as a child. But this one picture of you, Robert, and your words today have made cry, so that I can barely see what I am typing now. Bless you, fellow Robert.
No words just 😭😭
i’m in tears today. this was a step forward that I didn’t expect.
‘Celebrate with me that everyday something has tried to kill me and failed’.
Fully relate to the vulnerability hangover 😂 it’s hard to know the balance between the feeling of sharing too much and too little. This was beautifully written and utterly, humanly relatable.
Beautiful little boy to beautiful adult.
♥️ thank you
Wow, this moved me on today! thank you for articulating what it feels like to face our little selves again and love them. reminds me of bell hooks writing about a childhood pic she loved and grieved losing: “There is a look of heavenly joy on my face. I grew up needing this image, cherishing it — my one reminder that there was a precious little girl inside me able to know and express joy.“
First of all…you had me at bell hooks 👏🏾 and thank you for reading 🙏🏾
This moved me so much when I first read it and has been in my heart since, so I came back today to read your words again. I'm in the practice right now of vulnerability, like the kind of actual vulnerability you talk about here, that gives us transparency hangovers... and I think for me it connects to letting myself find resonance in the places my kid-self could never have imagined were for me. Thank you for sharing what you shared, deep resonance over here
Oh this comment moved me
So
Much. Thank you
What a precious, precious sweet-faced little one you were.
😭 I’m learning to believe and see that.
Good afternoon. Thank you for sharing, it really is needed. I am working on healing my inner child and this has been a reminder to keep it up.
-Also, to the thought that everyone who goes into the desert, dies, I can say that I have been stuck in the desert and came close but survived. Gonna have to write about that. 😅👍🏼
Hey Thank you for commenting! I was so confident as a young child that the desert automatically killed people. Ha.
thank you for this, robert 🤍 and I hope you thanks yourself too.
😊
GM! Enjoyed the post!
Thank you!
Although I don't know you now and I didn't know you then, I can see the beautiful soul shining out of that little boy's eyes.
Thank you for this. So glad you are safe now.
thank you for reading and witnessing :)
Thank you for this.
Beautiful!! Nurture that inner child..
Thank you for sharing your words despite the vulnerability hangover!
Thanks for sharing and being vulnerable. I am glad you made it and lived to tell us about it.
I’m a Robert too. I’m lucky - my parents took hundreds of pix of me as a child. But this one picture of you, Robert, and your words today have made cry, so that I can barely see what I am typing now. Bless you, fellow Robert.
bless you too Robert :) Thank you for reading
❤️so glad you are here❤️
me too :)