I remember the first time I heard my children say that phrase to me. “Mum, I love that you’re so emotional!”.
It was the most refreshing and validating phrase I had ever heard about myself.
Oh, to be finally accepted for who I was.
Who I am.
“My name is Wendy, and I am an emotional being”.
I am a fully-fledged, happy, emotional and sensitive woman.
I always have been deep down.
And I have finally accepted that I will always be.
Yet, I spent decades feeling ashamed and in denial about it myself, my feelings and my emotions.
Those darn Emotions.
I used to refer to them as if they were this strange thing that bubbled up inside me, that I tried in vain to run away from as quickly and as far as I could.
They scared me.
They freaked me out.
They mainly overwhelmed me.
And after decades of trying to run away from emotions (especially those I did not view as acceptable or pleasant), I would one day let go and learn how to fully ‘embrace them’.
The idea of embracing emotions was liberating but also a little disconcerting.
I had never thought that a shift in perspective was possible.
And equally, I did not know what, in reality, embracing them meant, but it took a whole lot less energy to embrace than run away from.
I did not want to spew unpleasant emotions upon any other unsuspecting old or young soul.