How to deal with the bully in your head who says you can't write...
You tell those voices that they’ve had their turn, it’s no longer their time.
Dear Writer,
Do you happen to have voices in your head who say some not so very nice things about your writing?*
*insert passion, art, or desire of choice for the word writing throughout.
Things like:
“Who are you kidding with this writing dream?”
“You’ll never be as good as so-and-so.”
“Nobody wants to read what you write.”
How often do you pay attention to what they say?
Sometimes we treat the negative voices in our head as if they are voices that deserve respect.
As if they speak from some great authority & know what is true.
As if they don’t take our silence as tacit acceptance of their whispers to hammer away at our deepest insecurities.
To hell with that.
You tell those voices that they’ve had their turn, it’s no longer their time.
It’s time to shut the hell up & be quiet for once. Life is too short - and your art too precious - to waste it on bullies.
Make no mistake, that voice IS a bully.
I don’t care what my mother told me when my little brother incessantly picked on me, in my life ignoring bullies (especially the ones in my head) has only made them louder, more insistent on getting in my face & shutting me down.
No more.
Fact: Bullies don’t speak truth from a place of power, but they are really good at convincing us that they do.
They actually just hone in on our weaknesses with extraordinary precision and speak lies from a place of false bravado. They expect us not to talk back, gain their power by our acceptance of their words.
When we don’t speak they take that as permission to get louder.
Not this time.
This time you stop & write down what the voices are saying. Get it all out.
Then you cross that shit out with the biggest, blackest marker you can find (cut up the paper, burn the threads, whatever it takes) and you tell that bully it’s time to shut up and listen.
This time, you talk back.
Draw yourself up to the fullness of your power.
Root down into the depth of your truth.
Coax that flame in your belly until you feel it fire up your whole being.
Then you tell YOUR truth.
Put it in writing, so it won’t be forgotten.
Tell those voices they are wasting their time AND YOURS.
You’ve got art to make.
You’re done with the lies & attempts to undermine your power & silence the stories that live inside you.
Say whatever the hell you want, but do it with all of you.
Be willing to go past what you even believe.
No more waiting for a savior. You’ve got your own back this time.
Write exactly the words you need to say, which also happen to be exactly the words that you need to hear (and the ones those voices need to hear too).
And then be done with it.
Now write the story you came here to write.
After all, those voices wouldn’t ever be this loud if they didn’t know you had something important to say.
So say it, Writer.
The world is waiting for you.
Now repeat after me:
1. I am a writer.
2. The world is waiting for my voice.
3. NOBODY can tell my story but me.
PS: If this post resonates with you (in that tingle in your fingers, heat beating, body leaning forward into the truth kinda way) don't skip this part.
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