Your story could be precisely what someone else needs.

I doubted the value of sharing

I was reminded, over the weekend just how powerful it is to share our life experiences. Saturday evening, I felt compelled to share part of my experiences on my personal Facebook page. I had felt moved to share it before when the #metoo so poignantly made its journey through our lives. “I have never been raped so what right do I have to use that #”, I chastised myself and ignored the call to share. I listened to a video a friend of mine had posted in response to Loius C.K.’s “indiscretions” and felt the pull to share once more. My experiences left me feeling shame and confusion but they were minor. What is the point of sharing? I wrestled with the thought.

Yet I felt compelled to share

I felt this unexplainable pull to actually sit in front of the computer and type. So I did. I posted at 11 pm. I felt vulnerable. I was concerned about the length of what I had written. I was concerned about how it would be received and yet I knew for whatever reason it needed to be shared.

I was in awe of the effect 

Sunday morning I hesitated to check my social media. When I did I was left in awe of the words, experiences and emotions that others had shared. Some spoke of things they had never shared before. I smiled when I saw my father uncomfortably step in, not knowing what to say but wanting his presence felt.

I didn’t post my words because I needed healing. Most of the experiences I have long since come to terms with. I shared because my heart told me to speak up, offer my thoughts and see what unfolds. It was an honour to witness the unfolding.

Listen to your heart, not your head

So often we listen to our heads and ignore the messages of our hearts. Listening to our hearts is where the power lies. It is from our heart that the magic happens.

What is your heart telling you to share? It’s time – allow her to speak and watch the magic unfold.

Alison