Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
When I moved to Australia as a 15 yr old with my younger brother and sister I never could have guessed the direction my life would take. 6 months later after meeting the guy who would later become the father of my two oldest children I moved into his place with his dad and brother.
Today on my coaching call I said “fuck off with your coaching.” “I’m tired of doing processes.” “I don’t want to be coached I just want to be heard.” And today I was heard. I cried. I laughed. I swore. I spoke. And in those moments of being heard, of having my boundary respected over
Have you ever realized you gaslit yourself? I recently had an incident where I was pushed off a log in front of a fire by a guy. I didn’t think much of it. Until the people around me told me how upset they were by it and wondered why I hadn’t said anything. In my
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 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
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
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
