Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
If you know me personally you have probably heard me call almost every experience I have had life changing. That’s because I believe every experience is, otherwise what’s the point of having it? For me if I jump in to do something it’s because I know there is something deep in it for me. I
Human design = When your life and your traits actually start to finally make sense and you don’t feel like you are crazy anymore 😍 I am a Generator 2/4 ❤️ with a Right Angle across of Tension 2. I get to let go of the guilt I’ve felt for not desiring to be on
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
“Call him out on it” my coach said. I can’t do that. He’s way above me who I am to say how he has acted is pretty shitty was what I thought in response. Yet that is the lesson right? No one is ever above you. Stop pedastooling people. It doesn’t matter if they are
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
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
