Personal Blog~Sharon Stephens - Life Coach

The last couple of months have been really interesting.  I have gotten a lot of attacking emails saying "how dare I teach what I do"?  People who do not agree with my way of being in the world.  I know that they are describing their own pain or process or way of thinking at the moment.  The journey is always about their own un-acceptance of things that scare them or they cannot control.  I am the strong one, the one who can see the truth.  But the truth is....I feel, I stuff, I make sure everyone else around me is ok first.  I neglect my own care.  I have always been this way.  I was made caretaker of my family as a little girl.  I let my feelings sit on a back burner.  I shoved it down.  It was killing me. Silly me.  I was starting to explode on my partner.  I felt rage inside for all the things he was or wasn't doing to me or for me. And the miracle that came from this is that as soon as someone knocked down my wall, I felt completely different.  I am

I am truly one in God with my partner.  There is no separation  between us in the good, bad, or the ugly.  There is so much beauty in the conflict we share.  Sometimes it's cutting, sometimes is slight, and sometimes is just down right stupid.  But the beauty of this dance is while I sit in the midst of chaos of misunderstandings and behaviors driven by perceived pain, I find peace.  I hear a higher calling for my goodness.  I hear the whisper of God every day, telling me that this is releasing me from the pain of my past and is calling me to a higher faith.  I recall 18 years ago Reverend Michelle did a sermon and spoke to my heart and changed my life.  She spoke of duality that is created by the pain in our minds.  She said there is no such thing as good or bad happenings in our lives, but everything has singleness of purpose, everything is for our higher good, God is in everything. She said, "It's not a freight train coming to run you over.  It's light at

It has to be me. Sitting up in the middle of the night, withdrawn from my partner because like him, I am weary.  The crossroads is always right there in front of me.  And sometimes I just want to choose the easy way.  The "Road Less Travled" at times seems like one I am not ready to travel.  Why does it always have to be me to be the leader, to take the next right step?  To be the one who will be loving first.  Why?  I love with someone who has had great trauma.  I am one who understands trauma.   I have had my own and I deal with others every day who have experienced great trauma.  But my guy, well, he has experienced more than most.  His PTSD is pretty strong.  His fears cause him to knee jerk in some pretty big ways.  He destroys things in his path.  His heart is huge.  His reactions strong and not always loving.  It is exactly like the example of the drowning man.  When he is in fear he cannot hear anything I have to say.  And in those moments when he is acting f