“I don’t know, maybe I could try Gentle Human-ing, ya know?”

I asked my therapist through the computer screen. I’d spent 56 minutes rambling on and on about how I could be a more gentle parent, a more gentle lover, a more gentle whatever else to whoever else. My therapist asked me how I could be more gentle to myself and I froze. I didn’t deserve gentle. Gentle had aways felt like loose boundaries and softness, and every time I’d been soft with myself, I’d messed up. I said it as more of a joke, but it stuck. So, here I am trying to implement it.

I’m not perfect at it. Some days the crash is more present than the courage, the chaos louder than the calm. But all days, I’m me. And I love her.

I’m creating a community committed to giving themselves more grace and actively learning who they are- however often that changes. Authenticity required, leopard print recommended.

Welcome to gh.