It Begins With Self-Compassion

By Sara EvelyneOctober 14, 2024

How do you navigate a world that you never got to know? The answer begins with self-compassion.

We all have different paths, perspectives, and problems. Ironically, sometimes it isn’t the hardest or darkest of times that bring the most confusion or resistance, but the ones displaying promise and progress. Whether the day is amazing, terrible, or in-between, life—like breathing—isn’t linear. I would argue that neither is prescriptively achieved. The uncertainty of not knowing whether the choice I make today is the “right” one or if I am able to handle the road ahead of me can be debilitating. If I lack self-compassion.

I have always been hard on myself, constantly looking for reasons I didn’t belong or why I had to try harder than everyone else. My voice was soft and timid. My eyes stared at the ground below me as if I might fall if I wasn’t focused on where my foot would land next. I didn’t trust the ground below me let alone my voice, thoughts, and intentions.

As a child who went to nine different schools from 2nd to 6th grade, growing up with this mindset further isolated me from the world. I was drifting through life, just my imagination and me. Through the decades, this inner solitude turned to chaos and sadness.

As my peers were applying to and touring universities, I was burying my mother. Her death was sudden, no direct or plausible reason found. We never learned its cause. While my classmates went to college, I married at eighteen and soon after started a family.

Here is what I’ve learned: 

I won’t ever have all the answers.
I don’t have to solve every world problem.
I don’t have to let events or experiences dissipate my life force.

I wish someone had told me sooner that I would not have all of the answers in life and I shouldn’t feel expected or pressured to solve and save the world. I wish someone had given me permission and support for things to not be okay or just admitted that they didn’t have all of the answers either. I wish someone told me that some problems take more time, people, money, knowledge, and resources to even make steps in the direction of progress.

What if someone cried with me and said they didn’t know either, that it wasn’t my fault and not my problem to solve alone? What if someone had told me it was part of the gift of life—in all its mess and beauty that mimics childbirth on repeat? That it’s worth the energy, fight, and investment, and that I am, and was, worth it, too. What if someone had told me sooner? And, what if I had believed it—believed that my life had value, that I do? 

We need to see the stories of growth and loss. We need to hear that the impossible has already happened. Climbing a mountain is easier with company as we pick each other up when we stumble and celebrate our hard-fought ascent at the summit.

Every day is another chance to live and experience. Every moment is a new opportunity to feel the breath circulating through your body and be grateful for the now. I recognize that this is much harder than it sounds, which is why we need people.

Whether an ember or a wildfire, believing that I was strong enough to keep trying and keep loving myself and others is where my journey’s turning point occurred. And it still occurs. It doesn’t mean that I’m stuck, broken, or incapable—I am living. The difference between now and my childhood is that I have the capacity to feel empathy and love for the hurt child within me and to encourage and offer hope to children and other hurting inner children.  

Confidence, esteem, love, and the other aspects of self-becoming begin and end with our choices. Choices to be vulnerable, to find and join community, to accept the imperfection of humanity and ourselves, and to discover the worthiness inside every heart.

You can do this, too. Be it a ripple or a tsunami, let it flow.


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  1. Avis

    I can’t explain just how much of ME is in this. I am always doubting whether I’m worthy to be loved…with every one. From my mother to my children, I always do too much, go the extra miles, try to make everything better. I lost my son at 5 years old. No he’s alive. But I stupidly succumbed to his paternal family’s constant pressure and took him for a visit. It was summer and supposed to be 2 weeks. I didn’t drive at the time and was trying to work 2 jobs, one in fast food the other in retail. I spent the next 10 years trying to get him back. They lived out of state, lots of relatives and lots just land, and growing stuff. I’m from NYC so it was a lot. They played hide the child well. Anyway fast forward to today. His 48th birthday. He hates me and I can’t blame him. He was told so much untrue crap by the very people raising him, the ones he trusted, that nothing I said or did mattered. I am learning to just breathe and be still. Learning that I cannot fix what happened nor can I force his opinion of me. One day at a time. One moment at a time.

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    1. TWLOHA

      Avis,

      Thank you for sharing. We are so sorry for the challenges you are facing. We do hope that you can give yourself grace and compassion as you face each moment and day. That takes courage. Your resiliency shows.

      For a safe space to share always, you can email us at [email protected]. We’re here and rooting for you.

      With Hope,
      TWLOHA

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  2. Patsy

    This is powerful. As a psychology student, who recently found strong traits of emotional dependence and histrionism, and who wants so much to grow professionally in the field of Addiction, seems so much complicated, but yesterday I’ve been aware of all of this, and the thoughts that flow within this. I must start with self compassion, and I will, I am engaged with working towards my inner child, as I had some lack of affection from my dad’s side, and kind of too much from my mom’s. But starting to recognize it, I don’t want to fall to be clingy of depending on just one relationship as I’ve been doing. I’m starting today, with my “miraculous mornings” and embracing my inner child. Thank you for this post. ❤️

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