Exposing my experiences with Bipolar Disorder should’ve been this tremendous obstacle. Expressing my flaws should’ve presented a challenge. That’s what I expected. The words started flowing, though. I felt passion about every word that unraveled onto the screen.
I wrote often as a child; I haven't touched expressive writing in many years. Since I found writing again, it has become an outlet; an outlet to relieve stress, decompress, and share my messages. I've delved into emotions, thoughts, experiences, and future opportunities that I wouldn't otherwise explore as deeply. I am able to reveal more through this written medium. Powerful, right?
The writing process has portrayed willingness to be vulnerable in a different light. Vulnerability has a negative reputation for some odd reason. Even I thought that letting others see me in a vulnerable state was weak. Until now.
Being overtly vulnerable has allowed me to form at least 15 new impactful relationships and friendships over the past month. It has enabled me to explore thoughts and experiences that I haven’t had access to before. It has let me understand myself, the way I work, and what encourages my internal momentum.
Allowing myself to embrace vulnerability created my opportunity to design a better me.
