Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
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
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
5 days supporting a life changing retreat. My son-in-laws 21st. Then one of my sisters 40th birthday weekend. All people I love. All things I love doing. And also here I find myself desiring to be alone more than I have in a long time. Feeling like I need to be everywhere and yet belong
Societal conditioning tells me that I should be worried. (I’m not) That it’s not ok to have close relationships with the opposite sex. (It is) That you should only get your needs met by your partner. (Nope) I call bullshit. Humans originally were raised in tribes. Where we all lent on each other and had
I could be happy and smiling but deep down wondering why I actually wasn’t good enough or how I could do or be better. I still have my moments of questioning sometimes. But then I heard the lesson of ‘maybe people aren’t giving you recognition because you need to give it to yourself first’. Holy
Slut shaming brings out my anger and sometimes when it’s released can be so raw it frightens me. It happens when I see something about women being blamed for being raped. Or hear about a woman who told a man she didn’t want to have sex but he had sex with her anyway. This time
Who am I if I’m not posting body positivity? Will people still like me if I’m not posting that I celebrate my body daily? Is that the only thing worth sharing that I have? Have you ever considered who you are without your stories? The assaults, the money, the family, the relationships, the ego, without
