Speaking Up: We All Have a Choice

Sometimes it feels easier to stay quiet.

Easier not to talk about the crap.

Not talking may stop the anxiety creeping in.

May stop your blood boiling.

Might stop the anger.

The sadness.

The loneliness...

Temporarily.

I was watching a documentary at the weekend where a girl was murdered and left for dead in a field. It brought back seeing my Mum lying on the floor near dead.

I was the one along with the fire brigade and police that found her.

I felt sick to the stomach.

But, I had a choice.

Lie there with my boyfriend, pretend the tears were at the documentary rather than the traumatic memory triggered in me 8 weeks on.

Or not.

I decided to tell him, “That’s made me think about my Mum and I feel sad.”

That simple sentence allowed me to then cry again.

And talk a little bit.

And a bit more crying.

It may have only been 40 minutes, but my body needed that release.

I’ve kept things bottled up before and it does not serve me well.

And the amount of clients I see who have never told anyone else, and I mean anyone else, their history, their trauma, their grief.

But when they do, months, years or decades late, something shifts, something lifts.

There is light at the end of the tunnel.

In a coaching relationship there has to be trust.

You have to like your coach.

The coach has to want to do all they can for the client.

I am so proud to be a life coach.

It is an honour.