Why Vulnerability is Your Superpower

Vulnerability used to feel dangerous to me.
Not because I didn’t want to be honest…
but because I didn’t always feel safe letting people see the parts of me I was still trying to understand myself.

I grew up learning how to be strong, how to push through, how to keep moving no matter what life put on my shoulders.
But no one ever taught me how to be open.
How to be held.
How to let myself be human without feeling like I was failing.

So I armored up.
I covered what hurt.
I mastered silence.
I carried myself like someone who could handle anything… even when I was breaking privately.

But somewhere on this journey — healing, mothering, losing, growing, surviving — I realized something I never expected…

vulnerability wasn’t weakness…
it was an invitation to know myself more truthfully.

Vulnerability Is Not Something I Mastered — It’s Something I’m Becoming

I’m not fully open.
I’m not fully unarmored.
I’m not always ready to tell the deepest parts of my story.

But I’m learning.
I’m softening.
I’m letting myself be honest in ways I used to fear.

I’m learning that vulnerability isn’t spilling everything —
it’s acknowledging what you feel without running from it.

It’s saying…
“I don’t have all the answers.”
“I’m still figuring myself out.”
“This part of me needs care, not pretending.”

That’s where my power is growing.

Vulnerability Helps Me Stop Hiding From Myself

There were truths I avoided because I didn’t want to confront what they meant.
There were feelings I buried because I didn’t want to name them.
There were wounds I minimized because I didn’t think anyone could handle them — not even me.

But the more I allow myself to be honest…
the more I notice what needs healing.
What needs releasing.
What needs God.
What needs boundaries.
What needs softness.
What needs truth.

Vulnerability isn’t about exposing yourself to others…
it’s about no longer abandoning yourself.

Vulnerability Is Becoming the Way I Find Peace

The more honest I am with myself…
the less I carry that isn’t mine.
The more I let God into the parts of me I used to hide…
the lighter I feel.
The more I speak what’s real…
the less I live in survival mode.

This isn’t mastery.
This is growth.
This is practice.
This is becoming.

I’m still learning how to let people in.
Still learning how to feel without shutting down.
Still learning how to speak from my heart instead of my fear.

But every time I allow myself to be vulnerable — even a little — something in me frees up.

Vulnerability Is My Superpower Because It’s Teaching Me How to Live Free

Not perfect.
Not exposed.
Not empty.
Just free.

Free to tell the truth.
Free to feel.
Free to let God carry what I can’t.
Free to let myself be seen by the people who earned access.
Free to show up as the woman I am becoming — not the one I had to be in survival.

I’m not fully there yet.
But I’m on my way.
And that is what makes vulnerability powerful for me.

Not the mastery…
but the becoming.