Monday Musing: I’m sitting with this reel as a thought exercise. (If religion is a turn off, change the players in this story. ) I appreciate that if you need to prove your identity, then you’re not confident of it. Cycle breaking is about embodying who you really are and loving every messy part, with compassionate accountability. Proof feels like the adaptive t/ween trying to find belonging and approval.
Do you ever make your Self prove your worthiness? How does it feel in your body?