“Perhaps we each have a wound, a vulnerable place that we have to protect in order to survive. And yet sometimes we overcompensate so much for the things we are trying to hide that no one ever suspects the truth… and then we are left with the true aloneness of never really being seen.” ~Nadia Bolz-Weber
One of life’s bitter truths is that in order to heal, to be released from the bondage of self, we are often asked to inhabit a place of intense vulnerability. Having buried the secret of being a survivor of child sexual abuse for over 35 years, I know how adept I am at being in the world, yet never being seen. Eventually the day came when I no longer was willing to be ‘unseen’, and that was the day I finally found the strength to walk towards that vulnerability.