Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life, seen through a woman becoming stronger than she realised
“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
I have never had a desire to be anyone’s guru. I have never had a desire to be the next (Insert well known leaders name here) I have only ever had the desire to be the truest, fullest expression of myself however that looks in each and every moment. I deeply believe that no one
Blah blah fucking blah 🗣I’m better than you 🗣You don’t know as much as me 🗣I’m more spiritual than you 🗣I do the real work unlike these other fakes 🗣I can’t believe you act that way when you are supposed to be a role model I’m so over it! You know the sayings I love
I have come to realise the words best friends and bestie create a reaction in my body now that I had been trying to avoid. I have noticed I have stopped referring to friends as those words. They come with pain and a reminder of hurt for me. And after all, why do we as
I used to be referred to as a lady of leisure all the time. I used to laugh it off, but it would often be accompanied by feelings of guilt. Should I be enjoying living my life the way I am? Should I be happy that I get to do whatever I want, whenever I
Humans have massive savior complexes – myself included. Think about it – how often have you thought ‘I could have done more for them’ Or I haven’t done enough Or I’ve failed them Or… I could go on for days with these suggestions. I think the martyr complex, probably goes back to learning about Jesus
Shannii Maree - Strong Without Realising 