A co-worker and I co-hosted a story telling night. We each invited five co-workers who were all invited to bring one person. The rule: everyone must tell a story, any story. This was as much as anything a challenge for me. A challenge to begin telling my story. A challenge to push beyond being merely an observer and towards sharing that which often remains internal for me. For a long time I’ve felt my story stuck inside of me. I’ve craved to let it out.
A friend and I were recently discussing storytelling as therapy. Humans need to have our stories witnessed. I have often remained silent because of “not knowing what to say,” because of internalized ideas of not being articulate or thinking that people won’t be interested in what I have to say. I feel myself emerging. I am investing in myself and practicing taking myself seriously. I am starting to take up space in a way that is meaningful for me.
This is what I shared at the storytelling night: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F8wO3rUCveA