The deepest rejection

Yep, still talking about the rejection thing. I continue to find it more places in my life. What about you?

Rejection of myself is at the core of the pain I held from denying what I desired. Sometimes it was something very small, like not dancing because I thought others would think I looked stupid. The thing is, I didn’t know what they really thought, I was rejecting myself before they could reject me. Somehow, I thought it was less painful coming from myself than others.

What I’ve come to understand is that I am with myself all the time. If I can’t depend on myself, who can I depend on? If I don’t give myself what I need, how can I expect someone else to? I have to be responsible for belonging to myself not only when I do good, but, when I fall short, no matter what. I must give myself the grace that I would give anyone that I love. I must forgive myself and encourage myself to keep going. It is a choice.

I can choose to act on my desires for trying new things; I can take a chance, or I can feel the regret of playing small when I reject my wants.

Rejecting ourselves goes against our core being, our true nature. Each time we feel rejected and put on a mask we build a wall around our heart that keeps people out. We then interpret everything that happens around us through the filter of our wound, feeling rejected even when we’re not.

As we accept ourselves just as we are, we start to see the places that we have the opportunity to heal. We understand ourselves from a different perspective. We see the illusions of rejection for what they are; a place to love ourselves more.

Let’s do this!

Accept yourself right where you are.

Forgive yourself and others. Hurt people hurt people.

Make yourself a priority.

When we change the world changes.