I lost mine for a long while.
Or at the very least, I kept giving too much of it away.
I lost my power in being a wife, in being a mother, in being someone’s lover. I let myself give and give until there was nothing left. I watched as my pieces floated away. I kept handing them out to everyone, unaware that anything was wrong. And now, I find myself on this exhausting mission of going out and having to find them; my lost pieces.
I am still rebuilding.
Every single time I gave away my power, I damaged my own self-reliance. I stopped learning to care for myself, to care about myself. I slowly became invisible and very nearly forgot who I was.
I got so lost, I forgot how to breathe on my own.
I let other people do my breathing for me. I let other people step in when things got too difficult for me to manage emotionally. I put other people in charge of my emotions; my emotional stability and safety. I kept reaching out, always looking for help. Seeking love, comfort, safety, and peace – outside of myself. But truthfully, at the time, I really didn’t know any better. I didn’t realize I was giving away my power.
Now I do. I absolutely do.
I have created a bubble, an invisible bubble, around my entire body, my heart, and my mind. I am setting boundaries for the first time in a very long time. I am keeping my power within me now. I get to keep my emotions, worries, vulnerability, racing thoughts, nervousness, anxiety, and my happiness.
Those are all mine. They are raw, they are messy, and they are perfect. They are a mere fraction of what lies inside of me; the fire in my belly. Those things belong to me and to no one else. I have learned that it is okay to let them out in gentle bits and tiny breaths because that is all the world can handle.
I can handle the internal tsunami that lives inside of me now.
I have found my power; it was inside of me all along.