Shannii Maree – Strong Without Realising
Life through the eyes of a woman who had no idea how strong she was becoming
Your beating heart is worth no less than any other beating heart The way you love is yours to give And receiving is what your heart has been fashioned for. Each time you feel that heart beat it shows the love of the universe pouring through every inch of that delicate skin that holds your
You can keep the friendships where you gossip and bitch about others instead of having conversations about what the actual issue is. You can keep the friendships where you feel you need to compete with each other. You can keep the friendships that are only one sided. You can keep the friendships of convenience. I
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
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
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
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
I’ve just now realized that the whole 9 months mum spent carrying me were probably spent numb and not wanting to connect just in case the same thing happened again. You see, my mum experienced 9 stillbirths and miscarriages before she had me. She had to grieve that many babies before I arrived. Womb trauma.
Shannii Maree - Strong Without Realising 