Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
There is something that just breaks my heart when I hear someone who was in an abusive relationship apologize. Saying sorry for not leaving earlier. For wanting to help. For seeing the best in another human. Apologizing for the hurt it’s caused family and friends. It really breaks my heart that someone who has been
Today I am tired. Today I want to cry. And rage. Seeing that some people value their lives and health at the cost of a doughnut, a beer, $300. To see the utter vitriol being spewed forth by some breaks my heart. I want to go back into my shell and sleep forever and never
When my hubby first started showing interest in me I thought he was crazy. I thought I was too fat for him. Why would he want a fat brunette when he has a skinny blonde hanging around. And I know so many women have had similar thoughts to this in relation to similar things in
I’ve seen all the creams and surgeries and tips on getting rid of my stretch marks. And yes I have tried many of them myself. I’ve now also spent a long time loving my stretch marks and the way they sit on my body. I love the dimples, I love the colours, I love what
Yes in many cases this can be completely true. However in some it can be untrue. For example – if I had listened to my GP instead of trusting my gut, my sons cholesteatoma would have grown to who knows what size and potentially worst case caused paralysis because he thought it was just an
“Argh that’s enough” I exclaimed as I held my hands up in the stop symbol. I stood there in the middle of the room not saying a word after that. There had been yelling, blaming, retaliating happening. But as I stood there in my quiet power the anger dissipated. Most people in my presence will
I’ve done a lot of ‘work’ on my traumas and self healing. And yet still I find myself choosing to be alone. To process alone. Not reaching out to those I love and trust even though I know they would be there for me. Still putting others needs before my own and not speaking up
Today I fell into the cracks. Or should I say the gulley of social media and plastic surgery. Yes it was another one of those days. I found myself scrolling through hourglass figures and noticed my mind going into the I am not enoughness and my body isn’t enough as she is. The more I
The more I crack open deeply, the more parts of myself I find that I haven’t been giving love to. And the deeper I go the more I discover the depths of love I still have to give to the parts of myself I thought I had been loving wholly. It’s been a powerful journey
My kids have seen me laughing. My kids have seen me breaking down. My kids have seen me in raw, primal, unbound sadness where I didn’t control any of the sounds coming out of me. And I love that. Because what doesn’t seem like very long ago I was a woman who held it all
