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This reflection follows an earlier piece, "I'm Not the Strong One Anymore," where I wrote about stepping out of over functioning and choosing nervous system truth later in life. What I didn't yet name there was what happened next.
What changed wasn't the world - it was where my energy went. After I shared I’m Not the Strong One Anymore — and after years of doing the quiet work behind it — something finally became clear to me. Not as a theory. As lived truth. Because I no longer chase after or over-function for people who are unavailable for mutual care — and because I poured that care back into myself instead — I have been cared for by others. I didn’t plan this. I didn’t strategize it. I didn’t demand it. It happened as a result of alignment. What changed wasn’t the world — it was where my energy went For much of my life, I poured care outward:
I thought that was love. Or responsibility. Or maturity. But what it actually did was train my nervous system to reach, not to receive. When I stopped doing that — not angrily, not dramatically, just quietly — something unexpected happened. I became available. Not to everyone. To reciprocity. Care didn’t disappear — it reorganized Care is not lost when you stop giving it away to places where it can’t land. It reorganizes itself. When I stopped chasing:
And people who know how to offer care — without being asked, managed, or rescued — found me. I was invited into homes. I was welcomed, not accommodated. I was taken care of without having to earn it. That was new. And it was unmistakable. The difference between being needed and being welcomed Unavailable people require pursuit. Available people require presence. When I stopped proving, explaining, fixing, and compensating, I crossed a threshold: I moved from being needed to being welcomed. That shift changed everything. This wasn’t luck — it was discernment I didn’t get lucky. I didn’t finally deserve care. I simply stopped subsidizing relationships with my body and nervous system. And what remained were connections built on:
That’s not magical thinking. That’s what happens when extraction ends. The quiet truth I live by now I don’t chase care anymore. I notice where it flows naturally. I accept what’s offered freely. I let what can’t meet me fall away without resentment. And here is the sentence that holds it all: When I stopped chasing care, care found me. That’s not a slogan. That’s my life.
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