Me too. Those two words can carry so much power, more than you may think at the time, but they can be altering. I'm continuously reminded of the power of vulnerability and the peace that can wash over you when you hear "me too." You never know when you take a step out and share your truth when it will connect with someone. You never know when you decide to be unafraid and share a piece of your story who that's going to connect with and maybe even give them the courage to do the same.
When we can look at someone and say, "me too" we aren't necessarily saying I know exactly how you feel, but we are saying you're not alone. We're saying I can identify with you on some level. We're saying I stand beside you and you are not alone.
I think a lie we too easily believe is that we're alone. We believe that surely no one could identify with this struggle I have or surely know one would want to hear my story.
But then we get that two seconds of courage and we just go for it. In that sacred moment when someone on the other end is there that says, me too, we know. We know we aren't doing this thing called life alone. We know we were created to stand next to one another to walk along our journey.
So, if you're reading this...please know you're not alone. Please know that you were created to be in relationship with people. Please know that even though the thought of sharing your heart or being vulnerable can seem paralyzing, the freedom that comes from it and the possibility of hearing those two little words is life-giving.
You are not alone. We are not alone. I am so grateful for the people in my life who can look at me and say me too. Or who listen to all my crazy and may not be able to say me too, but they at least listen. They listen and they love.
What would the world look like if we believed that there is power in our story? That there is power in sharing our lives with one another? What if we believed that sometimes all we need to say is me too and that listening and loving is enough?
I think the world would be better.