r/LifeTeachings

People who don’t know how to communicate think everything is an argument. People who don’t know how to listen think everything is criticism. People who don’t regulate their emotions think feeling something justifies any way of acting. People who have never worked on themselves think everyone else is the problem. People who don’t know how to be alone think any companionship is love. People who don’t face their problems think ignoring them will make them disappear. Healing also means no longer making others responsible for what you need to work on yourself. The problem isn’t feeling too much. It’s not knowing what to do with what you feel.

Healing will make you angry. And if it hasn’t yet, you probably haven’t gone deep enough. There is a rage that lives beneath survival. How much of your personality is a byproduct of having to survive chaos. How many of your choices were never really choices at all, just coping mechanisms disguised as decisions. The only reason it feels so heavy is because it’s the first time your reaction finally matches the reality.

They told you that you talk too much, care too much, feel too much. And for a long time you believed them. But the overthinker became the strategist. The sensitive one became the artist. The dreamer became the storyteller. What they called too much was always just enough of exactly the right thing. No one can be you. And that was never a flaw.

Oh to be the woman who packed her fears into a suitcase and left anyway. Who held her siblings hand so they wouldn’t have to walk the hard road alone. Who became the woman her younger self needed to see exist. Who built something soft and warm in a city that didn’t know her name. Who has a circle that celebrates her like she’s the whole occasion. Who spoils herself without guilt and apologizes to no one for it. Who rewrote what was expected of her and handed her daughters a different story. And who, just by living fully, gives another woman permission to do the same