I am writing this entry today because I have been feeling a little bit down lately and I wanted to share my story with you. I will not provide names or gender, so this person will be called “this person”…
If you know me, I come across as a very outgoing, happy person who always have something to joke, rave or exaggerate about the good things in life, but the truth is I am not an open book with my feelings, I rarely tell people how I feel.
I recently reunited with an old friend, someone I met almost 30 years ago and someone I thought cared for me and my family. This person was kind to me, we spoke over the phone sometimes weekly, sometimes several times a day and I opened my heart, I cried, I laughed and this person made me feel good and sometimes even better about my weakness and strengthens. In return I was also emphatic with all the problems this person was facing, I listened and gave my advice and deeply cared for this person and the family.
But my world came apart after discovering pretty much everything I was told was a lie. This person was not who I think it was.
Needless to say I was humiliated, taken for granted, lied, laughed at and insulted and in short made me realise how vulnerable I can be, I felt like being naked in front of a crowd.
But also, how vulnerable must be this person to create a parallel world that does not exist? Does this person feel hurt? I guess I will never know.
I hope, truly hope this person is aware of the damage it did to me and to my family.
Thankfully photography is a healer for me so I can easily express my emotions and get those feelings out and realise for once, that it’s OK to feel vulnerable, because after all ,we are all humans: We grow and learn from hard times. Vulnerability can make you stronger after all.
…And I hope you read this…