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Faulty Teaching


We are taught to "appear" amazing on the outside
not to feel amazing on the inside

We are taught to hide our flaws 
and be ashamed of them 
not to work with our flaws 
and see their value

We are taught to silence and suppress 
our inner demons 
not to understand and heal them

We are taught to appear aloof 
and keep it "cool" 
when expressing and managing our emotions healthily is better

We are taught asking for help is weak
when help is what we need

We are taught that feeling anger, 
jealousy, lust, resentment is bad
when these are all valid feelings 
carrying a deeper meaning

We learn to put on a convincingly happy face
when we feel dead and lonely inside

We are taught to be vigilant 
and to trust nobody
not to be compassionate 
with healthy boundaries

We are taught to coldly judge 
and be smartly sarcastic
not to warmly understand 
and lovingly speak 

We are taught to be passive aggressive 
not to be straight forward 

We are taught to abuse close family 
in the name of love 
and use them to let out our stress
not to relieve our stress using healthier methods

We are taught to have children 
as a solution to our problems
when its our problem to solve 
and not theirs

We are taught to cling on 
to toxic relationships 
with a victim mentality
not to bravely let go, 
appreciate the memories created, 
understand the lessons learnt, 
heal the wounds formed, 
evolve and move on

We learn to silently accept abuse 
to be love 
from the people we trust
not to loudly speak up for ourselves 
and defend our boundaries
when we feel uncomfortable

We are taught to 'keep the peace' 
by ignoring red flags
when having difficult conversations 
help to bring peace, 
at least for you

We are taught that we "need to fix" our partner
when their baggage is not ours to unpack
and only they can save themselves

We learn that being self partnered 
or "single for too long" is bad
not to cultivate self love 
and appreciate our alone time

We are taught to fear change
when change is the only constant

We are taught to survive independently 
as one human
not to thrive interdependently 
as one species 

We are taught to get by life easily
not to go after our own passions, 
no matter the difficulties

We are taught to be someone, somewhere 
not to be authentic, anywhere 

We are taught to fit in to be safe 
wherever we are
not to be ourselves 
and find our tribe

Its time we unlearn lies and relearn truth
Its time we had a reality check
Its time we clean up our act
Its time we stop living a lie
Its time.

How to Remove the Mask and Stop Pretending - Andrew Landers - Medium
Stop living a lie

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