Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
Why would people not want to human? I didn’t want to for a period of time. Get me outta here! How crazy was I! My human does some really cool things. These are statements made during ceremony a month or two ago. And we laughed and laughed and laughed. Such a beautiful reminder that we
I don’t want to do this alone I’ve realized I don’t have to do this alone Any of it. There are so many amazing, powerful, inspirational women and men out there doing this work. I get to work with them. We get to create together. I want to co-create. I want to support. I want
Oh to be free, she thought. Like the wind blowing through the trees Or the ocean rolling it’s waves onto the shore. This cage feels dense Heavy and unshakeable Can she break free? Is the cage within her mind able to be broken? Choose, they say, You just have to choose So she chooses Yet
She sees you, you know She knows of the love you desire The love that you give away so freely She knows how much that fills you up She also knows that sometimes you don’t know when to stop Sometimes you place that love in places it remains unseen Undervalued you feel But you aren’t
She smiles Yet it doesn’t reach her eyes The depth of her pain Kept locked away inside She yearns to reach out And express the whirlwind within Yet her past torments her Reminders crawling on her skin Will she? Won’t she? Or will she close up and flee? Past patterns repeating Until one day she
I’ve often wondered why it was that my body rejected my suicide attempt that evening when I sliced at my wrists and took a heap of drugs with some alcohol and went to sleep planning to never wake up. I’ve often wondered why it was that during my operation to remove my cancer that was
How often do you take responsibility for your actions and how they affect others or how you show up? It’s a buzz phrase these days for people to say well I say what I want and how you choose to take that is on you and it’s used as a way of being an ass
Im not good enough. What makes me worthy? Maybe I’m too much? Those wounds have been in and out of my consciousness for years upon years. As they are for many of us it seems. What causes so many of us to have thoughts like these? This past week I uncovered a belief I’ve placed
For so long I wondered why people lied to me or pulled away. I have always felt I’ve been such an understanding person and I love the ones I love so much there was literally no reason to be ashamed of telling me anything. If you tell me you want something for your life then
I have awoken feeling vulnerable and tender. Last night I released something during a beautiful cacao and conscious clubbing celebration. My entire body felt it and feels tender today and I honour that. And also I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said “I just fucking love my life so much” To either myself
