I share a lot of personal stuff in these letters. I’ve written about grieving my cats, mining my insecurities, dealing with anxiety, various career challenges, and tons of other super vulnerable stuff.
I felt nervous every time. And every time, someone told me that what I’d written helped them feel less alone, or encouraged when they needed, or even just a moment of respite from the challenges of being alive at this moment in history.
After the words have been published, I’m always glad I shared.
This is not a demand that you share your own vulnerabilities, especially if it doesn’t feel safe. It’s just a reflection on one person’s experience (mine) that the nerves around being vulnerable are real — and at least so far, the benefits have outweighed the risks every time.
Empowering other people with our truths is all we writers got!