I’ve been thinking a lot lately about emotional vulnerability. I wrote about this subject about 15 months ago after I discovered social work researcher Brené Brown. I found her TED talk on the subject terribly compelling.
As I’ve continued to think and read about this, I keep uncovering new things to understand about myself — sometimes things I’m not so happy to discover. I knew that the dysfunctional home in which I grew up left all of us feeling shame and fear, but I seem to keep uncovering new layers of the effects it’s had on the ways I’ve lived my life so far.
Over the weekend, I had an epiphany of sorts when I realized the role that shame and lack of vulnerability played when I lost someone important to me about four years ago. I think I’d sort of already known, but it somehow came together in a very clear way that dropped a load of bricks on my head. Or heart. I’m not sure which.
I didn’t realize this for a long time, but I don’t like to take emotional risks, because I’m afraid of being hurt. If you happened to see the piece I wrote for Mother’s Day last week, you might understand why I have a long-term fear of losing women I love. I’ve understand that piece of the puzzle for years, but I don’t think I’d been clear on the fact that I set myself up to lose someone I wanted badly by not being vulnerable — by pulling back when trusting more was the healthy and loving thing to do.
So here’s what I realized.

Food addiction means you’re missing something important that you need
Can I talk myself into not wanting great things I fear I’ll never have?
Is AI software a useful tool or does it dictate how I see myself?
When I die, what will I remember? Who won an election or who I loved?
World has become a freak show, but we’re not supposed to notice
When it comes to ideas, should we prefer complexity or simplicity?
Does the delusion that most people agree with us explain the appeal of majoritarian systems?
As we enjoyed the sunset together, language and borders didn’t matter