13/04/2024
✍🏼 My blog, OurImperfectHumanity is OUT now.
🔗 www.ourimperfecthumanity.com
OurImperfectHumanity is my attempt at providing a refuge for people like us who struggle to embrace our imperfections. We deserve to celebrate every part of ourselves—strengths and vulnerabilities alike—and I firmly believe in that.
However, grasping this intellectually versus feeling it deeply are two different journeys. As I navigate the path of self-acceptance, both as a therapist and as a flawed individual, I invite you to join me on this journey of growth and self-love.
Humanity is complex, and I believe that one of its bravest aspects is vulnerability—a trait I’ve grappled with throughout my life. Why does sharing this video make me feel weak? Why does the idea of being seen fill me with apprehension? And why is it so challenging to believe we’re worthy of love?
As a therapist, I’m familiar with introspection. Having self-awareness is very important, but why does it make me feel so incredibly lonely at times? Will anyone ever understand me the way I do? And how could they ever love me, if they’ve seen me at my lowest?
Working in the mental health industry, we’re often advised not to reveal too much of ourselves to clients, and I follow that principle. However, when I do share aspects of my humanity, it’s always with the aim of benefiting my clients only. By disclosing some of my struggles as a fellow human being, I hope to ease the sense of isolation that can permeate our seemingly overwhelming world.
So, if you’re eager to witness my struggles (haha) or if you’re interested in the insights I’ve gained over the years, please consider taking a look! I’ll strive to share more contents that honor this essence of empowerment through vulnerability, and I hope you find it uplifting.
If you’re still reading this, please know that I adore you, thank you so much for your support! ❤️
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