I had mentioned before hand that I am wanting to let go of my fear of holding other people accountable. It is a personal and a business challenge. To stop letting others bully me. Letting others not hold up their end of the bargain.
There is grandiosity at the root of this.
“No problem” I say. (Because I am big enough, smart enough, generous enough, understanding enough) to “understand.
Dare I add, stupid enough to fall for the bullying? Or weak enough to let others have the final say over issues that affect me personally? Or scared enough to walk away rather than assert my point of view?
So as I am working on all of this, as is Gina helping, and of course so are all of the beings in the universe who support me, I had this unusual experience.
I felt like my mouth was crying.
It filled with tears. Years of sadness for all of the times I had not spoken up. Sorrow for all that I had swallowed, in silence, that was not fair to me.
Has anyone else ever had this experience?
I would imagine that men maybe, more than women. Mouth crying is a way to not show the weakness perceived from eye crying. Maybe it comes out as spitting for some. I swallowed these mouth tears, but these were insight tears, so I was happy to do so.