Put Your Heart Away

You know the little girl on the playground that keeps innocently lifting up her dress to show all the other little kids on the playground her under things? We’ve all seen her. Her mom is blushing in the background saying, “Sweetie!!! Put your dress down. We don’t show everyone our private parts!”

little girl

That little girl is me. Except it’s not my dress I lift to expose my outer body. It’s my chest I crack open to expose my inner soul.

I’m the little girl running around showing her most private parts to everyone. Splitting my body open for people who don’t really want to see all of that. Opening and exposing myself to people who have no place seeing those pieces of me.

My heart lives out in the open.

I love this about myself, and I also hate it. I waver back and forth between trying to figure out ways to stuff that sucker back down and hide it away somewhere, and then saying, “Screw that!” and sticking it right back out there where it feels most authentic.

As I reflect over the last several years of my life and the things that have happened to my heart as a result of allowing it to live so unprotected, my view of this “heart wide open” philosophy I have is shifting just a tad.

I both think it is extremely unsafe and borderline ignorant to continue living with my heart so exposed, and simultaneously never want to change it.

But the fact is, I have a heart that is worn. It’s fragile. It’s been bruised and broken for a long time.

heart

It’s healing and getting stronger, but I’m learning that in order to really let something heal, sometimes you have to cover it up.

When you break a limb, they immobilize it. They cast it. You don’t use it. It gets put out of commission and covered up until it becomes strong enough to be exposed again. Typically, even after the cast is ready to come off, the broken limb is still weak.

It requires rehab and strength training to get it back to what it was before.

You can’t break your leg and then immediately start trying to run right after you get the cast taken off.

You’re just going to break it again.

I’m slowly learning to sit in the space of healing. But I’ll be honest with you. I don’t like it.

I’m a pretty impulsively passionate person and I want what I want when I want it. Pain and wounded body parts has never slowed me down much. Granted, I’ve never actually broken a bone; but I have had other injuries. I tend to not stop despite the pain.

Many times it’s because there just is no other choice.

But with matters of the heart, I’ve started to question how heroic it really is to just shove a wounded heart right back out into the open. I’m beginning to think that maybe it’s just a little bit braver to keep it covered a while.

When you have a heart that’s most comfortable outside the body, the discomfort comes from keeping it hidden. The growing pains are in learning to protect it better.

For people who are naturally guarded, their growing pains are in trying to learn vulnerability.

We’re all different, and that’s good.

Lately, as you know if you’ve been reading much of my word vomit the last few weeks, I’ve had some experiences that put me in a weird emotional space. I started to fall into old patterns a little bit.

Or I thought I was.

I woke up the other morning feeling a little bit broken and bruised again. A little bit foolish and insignificant. A little bit like that same stupid little girl, figuratively running around the playground with her dress up, wondering why people keep looking away.

As I got ready for the day that morning, I looked in the mirror and had the thought, “Put your heart away. People don’t want to see all that.”

But then something sort of miraculous happened.

In the midst of beginning to question everything about myself and wondering if the problem really is just that who I am is a problem, I figured out that I am exactly how I’m supposed to be.

The problem isn’t my heart or the fact that it feels comfortable being exposed. The problem is who I trust with those valuable pieces of myself.

The thing is there are appropriate places to expose yourself and there are places where it’s a bit less appropriate. Learning the difference is challenging sometimes, but it’s necessary for protection.

Just as the broken limb needs covering and time to heal, so does the heart.

But that doesn’t mean it has to stay covered forever.

As time goes on, it will get stronger. As it gets stronger, you will learn who is worthy of seeing what’s under your dress and inside your chest. And as you discover your safe places and people, you’ll learn to be yourself.

Unashamed and uncovered, but at the right times.

It’s a tight rope balancing act to be sure when you have this kind of heart. But I’m learning it is necessary to learn it, lest you continue breaking your own fragile heart.

The mom encouraging her daughter to put her dress down on the playground isn’t doing that to shame her or keep her hidden forever. She’s just teaching her appropriate boundaries and how to keep herself safe.

Same thing for this heart.

I think I may be in a season of learning to put my heart away a little bit.

But I’m not trying to change it or harden it or conceal it forever. It just needs a bit more protection as it continues to gain strength and learn to better decipher who is worthy of seeing it in all its natural glory.

“Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.” Leo Tolstoy

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3 thoughts on “Put Your Heart Away

  1. Thank you for this beautiful post! I so needed to know that I’m not the only person with this habit who now has a badly injured heart to show for it. I am going to try very hard to take your advice although it will be tough as I have also always taken the “to heck with it”- approach and without fail it got me right back to the exact point of utter misery every single time. I’m so glad I found you and am looking forward to future gems of wisdom thrown this way. God bless!

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  2. This is my exact story.. My same feelings.. As if I wrote it myself.. 3 kids.. 5 years.. Gave him my all and he didn’t deserve it.. I’m struggling we just separated 2 months ago.. I had to get a protective order on him in hopes he would finally go to the VA and get help for us.. Boy was I wrong.. He instead filed for divorce took all of our money and left the kids and I alone and broken.. He has my heart.. And it sucks.. Esp for my kids.. They’re so young yet old enough to feel the pain..

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