I thought it was just me

Is a book title by one of my favourite women on the planet, Brene Brown, who has written many other great books such as Rising Strong, Daring Greatly and one I loved the most Braving the Wilderness. It is also the source of much amusement for my mate Bernie, who says, every time I mention Brene’s name, “do you know Brene Brown? I thought it was just me”. It’s one of those things where I guess you need to be there to get it, but we laugh!

‘I thought it was just me’ is something we all say when others tell us their challenges or demons and we realise that we are not alone. That feeling of being alone is a very tough one for all of us, we want to feel that what we are experiencing, others do too.

We make this assumption, that we are the worst at…or the biggest failure…and why do others seem to be able to do it and I can’t. That awful, pointless, soul-destroying ‘comparison with others’ routine that we all go through.

The fact is many others struggle with the same or similar challenges that we do. Never exactly the same, as our life journeys are totally unique. However, there is more than enough elements that will have some commonality.

The way to break out of this feeling alone is to connect with others, a difficult task for many who are suffering from acute challenges, but once we reach out, connect and then most importantly, share our stories, we all of a sudden find that there are others out there.

We can then say with huge relief ‘I thought it was just me’ and we can start the process of being able to move forward, learn from others and receive empathy and to feel understood.

If you know of someone who struggles with reaching out, be there for them to empathetically listen and to help them to not feel that they are the only one and that they are not alone.

Talking, sharing, connecting, understanding and empathy help us to not feel alone.

Run away

That’s our natural instinct and I don’t mean from a mad axeman or axewoman, I mean from things that will be emotionally too hard to handle or our inner demons built up from a lifetime of running away.

Often we numb them with comfort eating or binge drinking or drugs or binge watching or social media or any other form of instant chemical gratification. Often we put a mask on and pretend it’s all OK. The ‘I’m tough and resilient’ kind of stiff upper lip bullshit that’s drummed into us all. Soldier on, even though internal you’re crying out for some true understanding and help.

We get angry or lash out and blame others. Rather than deal with what really makes us all angry, ourselves.

No matter how much we numb, no matter how thick the mask is or how far we run away or how deep we try to bury it, the only way is to turn and face the difficult emotions and demons naked of our shields and masks.

We have to be brave enough to be vulnerable, have the courage to dig deep into every story that hurts.

We have to be brave enough to face the pain and re-write the narratives in our own heads.

We have to be strong and resilient to be kind and loving to ourselves.

We have to build up the mental ‘muscles’, habits and true self-disciplines to make changes and stop the temptation of the ‘easier’ option of running.

It’s fucking tough, however, it gets better and better the braver we are prepared to be.

The alternative is never being you and never being at peace and never experiencing a fulfilled and joy filled life, as numbing kills the good and the bad emotions equally, it leaves us scared to fully enjoy the best as the demons are there.

Happiness is over used and overrated and short-term, but deep rooted joy and wholeheartedness and true self-love comes from facing the difficult emotions and demons and moving forward understanding them and adjusting them and removing them.

As ever a journey of learning and a work in progress for me but one that is already changing my life

Turn around and stop running.