The importance of speaking up
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Hi friend, I don’t know about you, but I grew up believing that being an “understanding” person meant keeping my own feelings quiet so everyone else could stay comfortable. 🙊 Sound familiar? The thing is… feelings don’t disappear. They build. They bubble. And eventually, they spill over—usually in ways we don’t feel proud of. 🌋 Here’s the reframe I want to offer you this week: Naming your feelings isn’t selfish. It’s caring. It’s caring for you—your nervous system, your needs, your boundaries. And it’s caring for your relationships, because naming what’s real creates clarity, connection, and trust. So this week, I want to gently challenge you: Bring up your feelings. Say the thing. Let yourself be known. It doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be honest. You’re allowed to take up emotional space. You’re allowed to have needs. And you’re absolutely capable of communicating them. I believe in you. Always. 🎉 With care, Jose 💛
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