
As a young kid I was an emotional rollercoaster. All thin skin and raw nerves. Everything I felt hit hard. It was exhausting dealing with it personally and I can only imagine just as exhausting for the people around me. At some point I got control of my emotions, and then just started shutting them out.
I didn’t like feeling vulnerable so the obvious solution was to wrap myself in layers of aloofness and sarcasm. Simple. Effective. Wrong.
I carried on like that for a long time, keeping all but a very few at arms length at all times. Eventually it was as much of an image I was maintaining as it was a defense mechanism. On the surface I was laid back, chill, unbothered. Behind that mask I was terrified of actual emotional investment. In anyone or anything.
Shields, however, work both ways. Nothing gets in, nothing gets out. Even when good things came my way I couldn’t properly accept or reciprocate. Even, often especially, the things I wanted most eventually fell away because I was more invested in protecting myself. Keeping those shields up became a self fulfilling prophecy. I ended up hurting far worse and putting more and more strength behind those damned shields.
I’m still unpacking a lot of the damage I did to myself over those years. Eventually I started peeling away the layers and found the thin skin and raw nerves of my youth exposed again. I’ve certainly felt the sting of pain and loss more acutely than before, but I’ve also experienced far deeper levels of joy and amusement. The news sucks most days, but there are always cute cat videos.
The vulnerability that once terrified me is refreshing now. Where I once had the emotional depth of a paper plate, I’m closer everyday to being a big salad bowl of all the flavors of the human experience. Time to dig in!
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