One of the hardest things I’ve been walking through for some time now is learning not to “explain myself.”
For as long as I can remember, I have felt like I had to explain, in detail, why I do what I do, chose what I chose, the decisions I made, or who I am. It’s especially hard when someone has the wrong idea about me, something I did, or has devised their own presumptions (aka rude assumptions) behind a choice I made.
These things are undoubtedly rooted in wounding that became a coping mechanism, a way to protect me and avoid conflict or rejection.
While it’s important to offer some explanation for some occasions, I felt I had to explain ALL the details so they would UNDERSTAND me or my choices completely. How does this connect with control? Keep reading. I’m almost there.
