08/26/2026
Today, while writing my new guide "The Healing Blueprint™", I was listening to Viola Davis’s audiobook Finding Me, and I eventually had to turn it off.
I like Viola Davis as an actress, and I can respect that this is her story and that telling it in the rawest, most honest way may have been important for her. But I realized that I was uncomfortable with the amount of trauma and profanity I was taking in.
For a moment, I actually wondered, "Is it weird that I don’t want to finish this?"
Then I realized something.
There is a difference between being unwilling to acknowledge trauma and deciding that I don’t want to continuously consume someone else’s trauma.
Especially while I am writing something centered around healing.
I have spent enough of my life learning how trauma can settle into our thoughts, our behaviors, our relationships, and the way we see ourselves. The work I am doing now is NOT about pretending painful things didn’t happen. It is about learning how to understand what happened without allowing it to keep us emotionally living there.
And maybe that means becoming more intentional about what I allow into my emotional space, too.
I can respect someone’s story without needing to absorb all of it. I can appreciate their honesty without being the audience for every detail. I can decide that something is simply too heavy for me right now without judging the person who needed to tell it.
Maybe healing isn’t only about what we finally become willing to face.
Maybe it is also about realizing we are allowed to choose what we no longer need to carry—even when the story belongs to someone else.