20/07/2024
Frequently, especially in my professional life, I've dedicated my entire being and talents to the roles I've held. I poured in time, attention, and empathy. Yet, recently, my body, my essence, sent me unmistakable signals that I had to heed: "Stop. This isn't your path. You're depleting your energy."
For a brief stint, I worked at a nightclub in Miami. Nightlife isn't my scene, I’m not a night owl, but I assumed the role nonetheless. Then, one day, as I prepared for my shift, a tidal wave of emotions engulfed me—a panic attack I couldn't contain. Tears streamed down uncontrollably.
"What's wrong?" my girlfriend asks me.
"I can't.. I can't" I tell her.
"Can't do what?" she asks me.
"This. I am not this. I can't keep pretending to be who I'm not" I tell her.
I cried and cried, and my heart was beating hard and my whole body was shaking. It was talking to me. Only I didn't want to listen to it.
How do you "feel" this voice?
(read the full post here https://open.substack.com/pub/theheroblog/p/dark-night-of-the-soul?r=3zo09s&utm_campaign=post&utm_medium=web )