I woke up feeling odd. Feeling suppressed. It felt like a memory that I’d held on to. 

It was a feeling of not being able to truly express my self or my emotions. I could feel it weighing down my heart. This heaviness like a a cage around my heart that kept the joy locked in there. 

Thinking about it makes me teary. I knew exactly where this stemmed from. It was from someone that couldn’t stand hearing me laugh. This is unfathomable to me. Isn’t joyful laughter contagious? Not to this person. It triggers the fuck out of them. Why? Because they hadn’t done their own healing... did it have anything to do with me? In that moment, not in the slightest. Did it affect me? Absolutely! Am I now learning from it? 100%

There were times that I was really sad and I wanted to shift my energy and laugh. Yet was then suppressed by this person being triggered by the sound of my laughter and was often told to be quiet and that I was being disrespectful. Looking back...