Recreating Your Narrative
About a month ago, I was blessed with the opportunity to lead a workshop on Recreating Your Narrative. This topic means the world to me for a number of reasons; one being the fact that it streamlined the journey of understanding language and the power it has over the energies we create, carry, and transfer. By simply restructuring our perception and the ways that we spoke about ourselves, it had the power to alchemize action potentials by discovering the untapped worlds within our psyche.
Oftentimes, we neglect to reclaim the power within ourselves to manipulate our lives in a way that enriches the path for happiness. I learned this the hard way and even now, I am still learning and evolving, while chipping away the rough edges that I created throughout the years in the form of self-harm. Lack of self-love meant I told myself things I would have never told my unborn child. The cruelest affirmations resided in the corners of my mind.
“You are not enough.” “You’re too shy.” “You’re timid and fat and you stutter and just overall not an interesting person.” Tell yourself this enough times and soon, it becomes the comfortable narrative that allows us to settle in and make a home of. There is nothing more disempowering than believing in all the wrong things. Worst, believing in it so much that you revel in that truth as it becomes your crutch, your excuse, and your greatest hindrance.
In order to rediscover our inner power, we have to let go of everything we had ever known to be true. It also means we have to change the way we use our language as a tool. Redefining how we communicate to our inner child and the world around us because ultimately, words are spells.
Remember this: words. are. spells.
By composing letters together to form words, we are creating energies and how we speak alters the dynamics in which we perceive the world. Cruelty is a double ended sword and how we manifest our vibe towards others will be reciprocated ten-fold. This, I had known but neglected to practice. Language is just easier when we don’t have to think about it — kind of like taking the same route to work every single day; it becomes mechanical, second nature.
Recreating our narrative means deconstructing our “I am:” statements. For example: I am insecure. Most of us are. We are insecure about a lot of things, such as our value, our identity, our aesthetic, or our overall sense of self. These are blanket statements: the tip of the iceberg, ego-gratifying comfort because we are identifying with these thought forms. To deconstruct our narrative, first we need to understand that the statements are not all encompassing factors. These are not facts. These are not true. These are opinions, thought forms, ego-driven statements.
Let’s run with I am: Insecure.
Deconstruction process begins with the investigation of these statements. What does it mean to be insecure? What are we insecure about? Where does it stem from? And what has insecurity done for us? In doing so we can reach an understanding and formulate action potentials. These are our discoveries which lead to a sense of direction, a call to action, and a motive.
Insecurity is the uncertainty of oneself. I am insecure quite often as I find myself shrinking in the presence of people that I grow fond of, or in the essence of those who have overpowering energies. Through years of introspective therapy, I realized that most of my fears and feelings of inadequacy stemmed deep into the roots of my childhood; in the manners my parents would speak to me and the regurgitation of insults from the adults who I modeled after. Insecurity is a result of fear, this much is true. I get social anxiety whenever I am in large groups of people that I am not familiar with. I have found that in order to alleviate those feelings, I needed to practice and reaffirm my self-esteem before entering the unfamiliar territory. Yet, I adapted to the thought form for most of my life — so much that it hindered my chances of pursing prospects, opportunities, and encounters because I never felt up to par. I lacked self-love. I would never be enough.
By investigating our thoughts, digging deep into the depths of our psyche, we realize that nothing is stagnant or ever as it seems. The moment we understand the who, what, when, where, and why’s behind all that we struggle with, it opens a new door to a world where we can redesign the structures and work on rewriting the narratives that only harmed us (or even develop the ones that aid us).
So, I went back to my ancient library of thought-forms and started scribbling in new action potentials. Instead of being insecure, I now have a motive to understand and annihilate the “insecure” bacteria that only grew with every solidification of external affirmations. Knowing where it came, who and when it originated from, what it meant, why I had certain triggers or felt the way that I did — meant it was possible to heal, to evolve, and to refine.
Being our own narrator enables us to see this journey as a story rather than a confusing burden we call life. Ask yourself “if I was given a paper and pen and what I wrote would come true, how would I write my story? How would I develop my sense of character? Who are the characters in my story and what are their qualities that I want to highlight? How do I want my love story to be? Would I allow myself to make heartache the main conflict of my entire novel? Would I enable the adversaries to diminish my moral character? Would I write myself off as the little, weak, and unimportant main character?”
Eliminate comfort zones by getting rid of the blanket statement-crutches we have grown so accustomed to. The ability to have agency over our creative and empowering novel rests within the understanding that there is more to what we think is true. The undiscovered potential is in every question we dare to ask but first, be unafraid of the answers. If you’re a shit of a person, accept it. Do something about it. If you’re just afraid, well… learn to overcome that and feel what it’s like to be invincible. If you think you’re fat, ugly, inadequate, unworthy; well, you’re not. You keep telling yourself you are so that’s all you will ever see. But how is it that we can fall in love with everyone else but not ourselves? How do we invest so much love, tender care, and time into people we admire but can’t seem to find enough time to simply appreciate our mere existence in this vast and possible world? Love yourself as you would want your child to one day feel loved. That’s all. That’s the secret.
Now get out there and write your life book however the hell you want to.