Sometimes people won’t understand you. Some people simply cannot, due to comprehension. Some people choose not, due to ignorance. And others find pleasure in not understanding. And the life lesson is that this is okay.
Recently I’ve been misunderstood, and while I understand that this is life, and it happens, it doesn’t make it hurt any less. Because often when there's a misunderstanding of character, people don’t see me (or you), which is what makes it hurt.
Over the last several years, I have put in work to become a better me.
Therapy to undo and unlearn the things that were impairing my best version
Animal based, whole food diet to feel abundant vitality in my body
Breathwork and study to master the voices in my head
And still people choose not to see me; and while this is a part of life, this type of oversight will always be hurtful.
The only thing to do in situations like this is cry…just kidding. And while I did shed a few tears, here’s what helped me move through the pain of being misunderstood.
Remind Myself Who I Am
The erroneous thoughts and opinions of others do not define me. If people want to willfully misunderstand me, that’s their choice, but I know who I am.
Get With People Who DO Understand Me
I am blessed with a legion of friends who see me, understand me and know the person I am today; seeking comfort and spiritual shelter from those who love me is the salve to the hurt of being misunderstood.
Clear The Air
While I don’t focus on this element, if the air needs to be cleared I will clear it. These misunderstandings kick up dust, but I am mature enough to settle it. But make no mistake, this isn’t arguing or trying to convince someone of my worth or value, it’s ASSERTING “this is who I am, make no f%cking mistake!”.
Move On
I’m not the type of person who wishes people well when they don’t deserve it, but I do wish people the same energy they mark the world with. Some people deserve to be wished well, because misunderstandings happen, others deserve dust - I move accordingly. I energetically wish them whatever they deserve and move on.
Not gonna lie…I also eat. When I feel sad, I eat. When I feel happy, I eat. When I’m emotionally dysregulated…I eat.
There’s nothing more comforting than soup. A warm hug, a familiar feeling and a flavor that with one taste, feels like being understood.
What’s the saying? Chicken Soup for the Soul? This is that.