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Writing Blog 2

Can We Quit Calling Woman Who Feel, Crazy?

Roderick Campbell

by Janne Robinson

Are we finished using the word “crazy” to define when women express heightened emotion?

Our hearts are here to feel.

Our brains to think.

Our guts to know.

As humans we are born blessed with the ability to be completely consumed in our hearts dance.

To feel joy so loud our hearts may burst open, sadness that we may think it may cease the existence of our soul.

Anger so hot and terrifying we rage and rage and see red.

Sensitivity so all consuming we feel we may sometimes never step back into the world, face the day with both our eyes and quivering heart.

Feeling is like breathing, for the best of us. Those of us who know what a gift our hearts are–know to cherish communication that comes from our guts, hearts, and minds.

We know better than to hide it away, in fear of being called “emotional” “sensitive” or “crazy.”

I think women were raised to be more connected to their hearts. I think because of this many women are incredible feelers–they live from their heart space effortlessly. Not all, but some.

Men sometimes struggle to exist from this place as they have been conditioned by society to shed sensitivity and be logical–living from the brain first. Not all, but yes, some.

Today, I would like to go on the record and say a woman who speaks her truth from her heart is brave and honest–not crazy.

A woman, or man who speaks her truth and isn’t afraid of being “soft” is courageous.

Vulnerability takes back bone.

Possessing the strength to feel emotion, deep–here in the gut and say it out loud, takes the heart of a lion.

Our red beating hearts, processing, feeling, and sifting through moments and life are anything but crazy.

Wild? Yes.

Sometimes unbalanced, ungrounding? Yes.

That is part of living and loving and being born with a heart that beats.

I believe when we enter another’s heart we have accountability to hear it out, and to exit with as much grace as we began.

So often I hear people calling ex lovers crazy and wonder if the person labelling another crazy was simply unavailable for support in the ending–and it caused an ungraceful chaotic heart uproar that they didn’t understand.

Maybe less people would be “crazy” if we spent the time showing up all the way through the expiry date of a connection.

Nothing crazy about hearts feeling.

"Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won't either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could."  ~ Louise Erdrich