You aren’t what’s keeping you stuck, your secrets are. That thing you’re ashamed of? That is what’s holding you captive.
Something happens when we expose our secrets to a safe/trusted friend.
You get out of your own head.
You’re reminded you’re not alone.
You’ve taken action, and that feels good.
You have someone who holds you accountable against your own bullshit. They call you out when you begin to spiral. We need this.
I’ll never forget the first time I sat down and exposed the deepest, darkest parts of myself. It was one morning, at a picnic table near the beach. She had short red hair, a confident spunk that I admired, and a familiarity about her like I had known her a while… although we had only just recently met.
She was my sponsor.
But now, she’s family.
For the first time in my life I was reminded of my humanness. I was also reminded of God’s grace. That it’s never too late to begin again.
I don’t know where I’d be without that conversation. I left lighter, less alone, like maybe— there was more to it than the shambles of a life I had.
What are you holding secret? I can promise you this, you’re not the only one holding it. Others, like you, have felt that heaviness, that shame.
Overcoming starts with admitting; when you’re ready, and no sooner— there is no rush. I’m going to share in my stories tomorrow more on Safe People. How to spot them, and how to ease into being more vulnerable with them about your story.