Nobody wants to feel vulnerable. But everybody needs to. Here's why

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you’re at school or work, and suddenly you look down and realise you’re completely naked? That sensation of feeling exposed has been a constant for me since I started this blog, and I’m starting to realise that that’s a good thing.

Renowned vulnerability and shame researcher Brene Brown talks about a ‘vulnerability hangover’ – that stomach-churning feeling of dread that occurs when you’ve revealed more of your true self than you have before, and now you feel emotionally exposed, ashamed and probably full of self-loathing. You’ve shattered the façade of coolness and competency, revealed your authentic self, and in doing so have put yourself up for judgment and potential ridicule.

Perhaps you texted someone asking if they’d like to go on a date, and they haven’t replied. Maybe you told your workmates about your battle with post-natal depression and they hurriedly changed the subject. Perhaps you started a blog where you outlined your deepest fears, your slightly left-of-field spiritual beliefs and all the things that make you different. (Um, hello!)

I think you can see where I’m going with this. 

Depending on the type of content, I get a massive vulnerability hangover almost every time I post on this blog, and it can last for days. I've penned some very personal stories in this space, and in one instance, the exposure factor made me felt so yucky that I could not bear to publish that post for two days. Eventually I did, because I knew that would help me destabilise my fears… but I can’t tell you how sick I felt about it. 

There aren’t enough hash browns in all of McDonald’s to ease a vulnerability hangover.

Brene Brown has dedicated her academic career to teaching us why allowing ourselves to be vulnerable is an act of strength, not of weakness, and it can transform the human experience. She is incredible – seriously, if you see only one TED talk in your lifetime, make it this one... there’s a good reason it’s one of the most viewed talks on the channel. Brene writes that being encased in a self-protective shell hampers the extent to which we can grow and fully experience life – the way we love, belong, trust, feel joy and express creativity, etc – in all its uncertain glory.

Being vulnerable is not, by the way, the same as revealing details about yourself in a bid to get attention or sympathy. Celebrities are not making themselves vulnerable when they post nude pictures or TMI details about their health; they are only revealing the extent of their low self-esteem and need for validation.

Back to my own vulnerability hangover. I am happy to report that, so far, I have lost no friends as a result of making myself vulnerable on this blog, and I am not aware of anyone slagging me off (although I can’t rule it out).

Actually, some wonderful things have happened. I am more (quietly) confident and more self-assured. I am less controlling of my own and other people’s behaviours, less afraid of judgment, less afraid of isolation, and less afraid of all the one thousand and one things that could go wrong at any given moment. I don't think that is solely due to the blog; I've been doing a lot of work on improving my low self-esteem and I'm sure that has been a major contributor. But being vulnerable, I am realising, is an essential part of growth, and by doing so I have strengthened my relationship with myself. By forcing out of the shadows the sense of shame that I had held at my core, I am seeing myself in a more compassionate, more accepting light. I feel like I am starting to become the person I was supposed to be all along but had not felt safe enough to let myself be. 

It has also transformed my relationships with others. In the process of opening myself up and revealing unflattering details about myself, I have forged deeper connections with people already in my life, and established common ground with strangers. And in that process, many of these people have revealed the rawness of their humanity to me, too. People’s pain. People’s insecurities. People’s fragility. I am seeing old friends in a brave new light. I have once again been reminded that though we are different, we really are all the same.

None of this was the purpose of my blog, but it is a better outcome than I could have expected.

There’s a sentence by lyrical US writer Andrew Solomon that I scrawled in the front page of my diary at the start of this year and I come back to it every time I need to be reminded of my inherent value. It’s the closest thing to a life motto I have. It reads: “If you can give language to experiences previously starved for it, you can make the world a better place.”

Through this blog I am making my world a better place. I can't help you or anyone else make your own world better – that job belongs to you – but if me writing about my journey of personal growth prompts you to ask yourself new and pressing questions about what you stand for, where you are going and how you might be keeping yourself hidden, my ongoing vulnerability hangover might *just* have been worth it.

It still feels yucky though.

Why we need more surprises in life

My brother and sister-in-law are having a baby later this year (sidebar: I’m going to be an aunty – yay!) and they’ve opted not to find out the gender. Initially I thought this was ridiculous – how can you prepare adequately if you don’t know what you’re having?! – but my normally ultra-pragmatic sister-in-law explained that they chose not to find out because “there are so few surprises in life”. I get that now.

When you think about it, the element of surprise is in desperately short supply these days. 

Everything we need to know is at our fingertips. We can find out the rough time a storm front will roll into town and saturate our washing line, the score of every game of hockey being played at any given moment and the names of game shows currently being watched in Uruguay. We’re used to having data at our fingertips so it’s quite disconcerting and mildly panicky when you aren’t given the information you want at any given moment. In the digital age, instant gratification is our MO.

On Saturday I went to this rad cool crazy event called Underground Cinema which is sort of like a murder mystery night. You buy a ticket a few weeks in advance and get told the theme – in this case, the 1950s and American politics – then you’re invited to a secret meeting where you get your first clue. A day before, you get told the location, then you turn up on the night with the instructed random items (in this case an A4 envelope and some earphones) then you have to follow a series of clues by questioning actors (who played their parts brilliantly) and each other, and making your way to the venue where the movie will be screened.

For a control freak like me, this lack of advance information is stress-inducing. How will I get there if I don’t know where I’m going? How late will I be out? What will I wear? I mean, is the venue going to be covered? Will I have to walk on paving stones in heels? And crucially, will there be food? I can’t go more than three hours without a decent meal – not even kidding.

Once I forced myself to take a chill pill, I realised it’s this lack of information that makes the event so much fun, and so memorable. The anticipation and the ‘what movie do you think we’ll be watching?’ chats with my friends in the lead-up make the night enthralling, and I think if I’d known the movie and the schedule of the night in advance it would still be enjoyable – but nowhere near as much.

Sometimes when I’m doing angel card readings I get people demanding specifics: when will I meet my soul mate? How many years will there be between my children? Will my best friend get deployed to Afghanistan next month? (Seriously – that is an actual question I have been asked.) This is problematic because the spiritual realm doesn’t think about timing in the same way we schedule-crazed humans do. Everything we need to know is revealed to us exactly when we need to know it, and not a minute before. For people used to being given deadlines and Outlook meeting appointments, this lack of clarity is outrageous. But the thing is, we’re not supposed to have all the information at once.

I’m one of those people who reads the last page of a book in advance. I also have a tendency to, while watching a movie, read the Wikipedia plot in full. It’s not that I’m not enjoying the story or the plot, it’s just that I want to know that everything is going to work out OK. But it always does work out OK – or at least, it works out how it’s supposed to – regardless of me knowing what will happen or not. It’s very difficult for me to let go of a desire to know the outcome.

I’m starting to realise that we need more surprises in our lives. There’s such beauty in not knowing where life is leading us, or how our story is going to play out.

More surprises, please. But only good ones, obvs.

My New Year's resolution: no more sweat-shop clothing!

My track record with New Year resolutions isn't great, so this year I took a different approach and decided to work on something that was actually important to me, as opposed to something I thought I really "should" do (eg more exercise, sit up straighter, rescue orphaned baby birds). I figured if I nominated a goal that was aligned with my values system, I'd have better odds with the follow-through, because it was something I cared about. 

My mission this year was to avoid buying any clothing I knew (or had good reason to suspect) was made in a sweat shop. 

I'd been feeling guilty about my habit of buying cheaply made garments for some time and when that horrific Bangladeshi factory fire in 2013 put this ethical issue in the international spotlight, my conscience started to get louder and louder. This year I decided it was time to break up with H&M et al.

Yes, I do know that my refusal to buy clothing from suspect chain stores will not save workers' lives but it will mean I'm not contributing to a regime that victimises and exploits people in developing nations. It also means I'm supporting workers in my own country. I believe that we're all here to learn how to treat each other with kindness, and the way we use our money is part of that. 

Turns out, this is one of the more labour-intensive goals I've taken on. Every time I want to buy something, I have to research the label's manufacturing systems. This is quite a process as a lot of companies seem unwilling to divulge relevant information (which is very telling). The majority of things I've wanted to buy, I've had to pass on because it's clear they are not ethically made. On the positive side, I'm saving lots of money (silver linings, people!).

It feels good to be putting my money into my local economy and I'm enjoying trawling through market stalls and second-hand stores. I've learned more about the Australian Textile, Clothing and Footwear industry's Ethical Clothing standard, which verifies all workers are receiving their legal entitlements - but so far only 15 labels have been granted accreditation. That tells you everything you need to know. 

Oxfam is putting pressure on Australian labels to lift their game in this area. The organisation is tracking which companies have signed up to the Bangladesh Fire and Building Safety Accord, a legally binding document which facilitates a healthy and safe working environment in this nation (Bangladesh's textile industry, by the way, is forecast to quadruple in size over the next 20 years. So fairly significant then.).

Aussie retailers that have not signed the accord - and which, consequently, I will never step foot in again - include Best&Less and the Just Group, which operates Just Jeans, Dotti, Portmans, Jacqui E, Jay Jays and Peter Alexander. Sad face.

A lot of chain stores I used to frequent have signed this accord, but I remain suspicious of them anyway. Sorry Kmart, but how is it possible that an $8 T-shirt has been made in good conditions? Sigh.

Confession: It's only mid-March and I've already broken my resolution. 

Here's where I came undone: sports shoes. Turns out it is almost impossible to source running shoes that are ethically made. Because I have pronated feet and knee problems, I need quality, specialised shoes to support me in my fitness regimen, and it seems like every major sports shoe label has a black mark against its name. Oxfam says that none of the sports brands pass the grade in terms of workers' rights. Its sternest words are for Nike, Adidas and Puma. I avoided that shady trifecta and went with a pair of Asics but I have good reason to doubt they were made by fairly treated workers. But what could I do? Rock and hard place.

Despite this violation, I'm confident I can get my New Year's resolution back on track. This is something that's really important to me, and I hope this post inspires you to think about your buying practices too. 

I'll let you know how it works out for me. 

Tissues and issues: a beginner's guide to confronting Fear

I thought long and hard about whether to publish this post. It’s more personal than I am comfortable sharing. The reason I did decide to upload it was because the point of this blog from the outset was to share my story of personal growth honestly. I believe that Fear is something we ALL struggle with, in different forms. We are different, but we are all the same.

What’s the name of that headache you get after intense crying? Is there even a name for that? There should be.

On Saturday I looked at a photo of me with my family dog and with no warning I burst into tears and could not stop. This photo is very precious to me. It was taken last March, three weeks before I left New Zealand and it shows me cuddling the dog for what I suspected might have been the last time (luckily he is in very good health and I was able to see him again at Christmas). He is generally affectionate but usually gravitates towards my parents for cuddles, so for him to lavish so much love on me on this occasion was wonderful, and I lapped it up. Cue #dogselfie.

This photo is attached to my wall so I see it every day, but the reason it aroused such intense emotion last weekend was because I looked at the joy in my eyes and I suddenly remembered what unconditional love felt like. And that brought me face to face with my deepest, most powerful Fear* (thank you very fucking much, Autumn equinox): that I will never be deeply loved. And just for good measure, it brought along its ugly twin: the Fear that I am not worthy of love.

Yes, I know both these thoughts are bullshit. That’s the thing about Fears – they have no basis in reality. But it’s only when we are prepared to stand up to them (instead of running away) that we can truly see that.

Why is this ugly stuff coming up now? From an astrological perspective the Autumn equinox – which took place on Saturday, the day of this teary incident – brings us face to face with the darkness of our Fears, thereby spotlighting the areas we most need to work on in order to move forward and evolve.

These core Fears are something I have probably always had, without being aware of them, and have tried to bury, unsuccessfully, with several methods over my lifetime that range from binge eating to keeping people at arm’s length.

Now that I’m becoming more comfortable in my own skin (old age will do that to ya), and am no longer scrambling around for an emotional Band-Aid, these Fears are back with a vengeance. Which feels really crappy and hurty but is actually a good thing, because that gives me the opportunity to overcome them once and for all (I hope). Instead of dealing with symptoms I am now dealing with the root cause. If you know what the problem is, you can fix it, right?

In the rawness of my tears last weekend, I felt a measure of relief that I was no longer running away from my Fears. There was a sort of acceptance – an acknowledgement that, yes, I’m scared, but I recognise what I’m dealing with now (namely: a tired old story with no factual basis) and I’m not letting it run riot over my emotions. I’m going to remind myself of the many tangible reasons I know these Fears to be untrue. I’m going to refer back to my Self-Appreciation Project jar and reflect on why I’m absolutely a worthy human being. And then I’m going to dust myself off and go back to participating in all the joy, sadness and mediocrity of the human experience. The only way out is through.

Has anyone else found themselves challenged by “old stuff” and an underlying Fear response this past weekend? Would love to hear your stories.

*Eagle-eyed readers will notice I always capitalise Fear. There’s a reason for that. my experience of Fear is that it is powerful it has often stood over me like a bully, so that’s why I personify it.

Are you on someone's Meltdown Watch List?

“She was drowning but nobody saw her struggle.”

This quote pops up on my Pinterest feed from time to time (often attributed to Hamlet – um really?) and it always reminds me of the private struggles of so many people, particularly women, in maintaining the façade of I’m-beyond-busy but-it’s-totally-fine-I-can-handle-it while internally they are falling apart. What I’m talking about is the unwinnable battle to meet our own, and others’, expectations of what a full and successful life looks like, and the toll that takes on our physical, mental and emotional health.

The refusal to ask for help because everyone else seems to be coping (top tip: they are not), and that would appear weak. And how we worsen that struggle by keeping it private.

This is particularly relevant at the moment because so many of my daily angel card readings have been urging us all to slow down, say ‘no’ more often and to make finding peace a priority.*

A friend of mine recently joked about adding a mutual friend’s name to their Meltdown Watch List. This is kinda funny, but also kinda not. Because it’s true.

I know people with so many balls in the air they can no longer see the clouds. They have children, ailing parents, relentless business demands, high-maintenance landlords, gruelling deadlines, overgrown lawns, intense exercise routines, friends they never see and relationships under strain. I know you know people like this too. Perhaps you ARE that person.

I have a friend who works 60+ hours a week. She went to see her doctor because she couldn’t figure out why she was in tears almost every day. The doctor prescribed anti-depressants to allow her to continue with her relentless schedule (instead of listening to the messages her body is sending her, urging her to stop). It’s clear to me she’s not depressed – she’s exhausted.

I find the thought process that drives this lifestyle really interesting – the ways we delude ourselves that prolonged exhaustion is normal and that we can continue to live at break-neck speed. Memo from your body: you cannot.

Recently I interviewed holistic nutritionist

Dr Libby Weaver

for a

Women’s Health

magazine story about exhaustion. She talked about how women are paying a high price for trying to do everything at once, and refusing to stop. The result is everything from weight gain to digestive issues, fertility problems and prolonged moodiness.

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Guys, life is busy. I can’t change that, and neither can you. Also, I don’t have kids, so I feel like I can’t fully understand the scale of difficulty involved in finding stillness when you have a family. I don’t know how you can make your life more manageable but I do know that if you have good reason to believe you are on someone’s Meltdown Watch List, you have to ask yourself some serious questions about the way you’re living. You can have everything you want – your mum was right about that – but not all at once.

If you are drowning, you must call for a lifeguard. Your lifeguards are your partner, your siblings, your closest confidantes and your most trusted work colleagues – these people are your support team. If they know that you are struggling, they can help you find solutions to move forward.

This team does not, however, include people who are draining your mental or physical energy with their demands. When it comes to dealing with those people, learn to say no. Saying no is a difficult thing for many women because we worry that it means people won’t like us. But here’s the truth: if relationships with these people are worth their mettle, they will be robust enough to cope with you cancelling coffee dates or refusing to babysit their raucous children every week/help plan their wedding/drive for two hours to groom their pony. Say no (especially to the pony thing; that’s ridiculous) without fear of fallout. You are the only one in charge of your physical and emotional health; protect these priceless resources by deciding what is most important in your life. Prioritise those things, then relax your standards on what is not.

You can stop drowning right now.

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