Villain Origin Story: Your Emotional Underworld
Perhaps you will find this strange, but one of my favorite thinking places is the cemetery. The stillness is profound. It becomes a canvas for the wideness of mind to take up vibratory space. To wonder about life, death, infinity and beyond.
Your Emotional Underworld
I think about our buried emotions as underneath the ground of our flesh. It lives there not only in metaphor but in actuality. Science is beginning to understand what my fascia already knows, the body is the record of your life. Memory stored in blood and bone. It’s brutal and beautiful.
Yesterday, in our first prompt of the Villain Origin Story Challenge we sat with the question: What is something you had to lose in order to survive your childhood?
Today we deepen it.
What you had to lose is still with you, buried in your emotional underworld. It has likely been expressing and blooming outside of your awareness.
Your question today is: How did what you lost in childhood, show up this week?
This is not a time to judge or beat yourself up. Just notice. Bring curiosity and awareness to yourself. This is intimacy not scrutiny.
Tell me what you find
-🤘🏽Britnei Nicole
I traveled out of state for work this week. Solo. Needed and loved the freedom of having space to learn and connect without helping others feel safe.
I met a young woman who activated my help seeker alarm. We were in line, chatting. I turned to look her in the eyes when I spoke to her. She immediately moved closer to me. I internally kicked myself for opening the door for her.
She followed me into a members only space and was highly embarrassed. The group let her stay. She invited me to an event after hours. I declined citing hunger. Her response? I’m hungry too. 🙄
I allowed her to tag along. I didn’t like her energy or her smell. She missed her boyfriend, who cancelled coming with her at the last minute.
She irritated me to the nth degree. I couldn’t wait to be rid of her. She found safety in me because the person who normally guides her was absent.
We parted ways and she messaged me during the rest of the event. I waited until the event was over to respond. I came to the event solo so I wouldn’t have to be the leader of the group or be responsible for anyone’s safety but my own.
I’m working on disconnecting the signal that draws people near for their safety and comfort. That is a VIP space for me and me alone.