What Pattern in My Thoughts or Reactions Am I Finally Ready to Look at With Compassion?
AYFM 2026 Reflection Card
This post is part two in a ten part series answering each of the questions in the As You Find Me 2026 Reflection Card. Revisit part one. You are encouraged to answer each question for yourself.
There’s a question on the As You Find Me 2026 Reflection Card that feels less like a prompt and more like a gentle hand on my shoulder:
“What pattern in my thoughts or reactions am I finally ready to look at with compassion?”
Not analyze.
Not fix.
Not judge.
But look at with compassion.
And when I sit with that, one pattern rises to the surface. The steady, familiar, and honestly a little tired of being ignored:
My instinct to brace.
To brace for misunderstanding.
To brace for emotional fallout.
To brace for being unseen, unheard, or misinterpreted.
To brace for the old childhood roles I never consciously chose but still find myself slipping into.
It’s the pattern that shows up in my thoughts before I even realize I’m thinking.
It’s the pattern that shapes my reactions before I even know I’m reacting.
And I think I’m finally ready to look at it with compassion instead of shame.
The Pattern Beneath the Pattern
Just last week, I wrote something that felt like a turning point:
“I need to explore familial trauma and childhood trauma and how that’s causing me to express or not express emotions today… something I really don’t want to get into, but probably kind of need to.”
That sentence was a doorway.
Because the truth is, this bracing instinct didn’t come out of nowhere. It was formed in a childhood where emotions were unpredictable, unsafe, or swallowed whole. I learned early that the best way to survive was to anticipate danger, manage the emotional temperature of the room, and stay small enough not to provoke anything.
That kind of vigilance doesn’t just disappear when you grow up.
It becomes a reflex.
And lately, I’ve been noticing how that reflex still shapes me:
When I question my own intentions, wondering if I’m being authentic or performative
When I hesitate to express needs in my marriage
When I overthink my emotional responses in therapy
When I default to self-blame before self-understanding
When I detach from my own worries to focus on my son’s needs, not out of avoidance but out of love and clarity
These aren’t random moments.
They’re echoes.
And I’m finally ready to listen to them with softness.
From Reserved Space to Active Processing
Something has shifted in me this season.
I can feel it.
For years, I’ve lived in what I called a “reserved space”, a place where I kept my emotional history at arm’s length. I knew it was there. I knew it shaped me. But I wasn’t ready to turn toward it.
Then, last week, I wrote:
“I’m moving beyond my essence of physical dependence to a spiritual reliance where I’m God’s child—not anyone else’s child.”
That sentence cracked something open.
Because if I’m God’s child, then I’m not defined by the emotional roles I inherited.
I’m not bound to the survival strategies I learned.
I’m not trapped in the bracing posture that once kept me safe.
I can look at my patterns without fear.
I can look at my reactions without judgment.
I can look at my childhood without collapsing into it.
This is what compassion looks like in practice:
Not excusing the past, but refusing to let it dictate the future.
What I’m Ready to See With Compassion
So what pattern am I finally ready to look at with compassion?
The way I brace.
The way I anticipate hurt before it arrives.
The way I shrink my needs to avoid conflict.
The way I question my intentions because I was never taught to trust them.
The way I monitor myself in relationships, afraid of being “too much” or “not enough.”
The way I instinctively protect others’ emotions before tending to my own.
I’m ready to see that pattern not as a flaw, but as a story.
A story of a boy who learned to survive.
A story of a man who’s learning to heal.
A story of a child of God who’s learning to stand without bracing.
Compassion doesn’t erase the pattern.
It transforms the way I hold it.
The Sacred Middle of Becoming
This is the sacred middle I keep returning to, the place between old reflexes and new freedom. It’s uncomfortable, humbling, and strangely holy.
But I’m here now.
Not in avoidance.
Not in fear.
But in readiness.
I’m ready to look at my emotional history with tenderness.
I’m ready to explore the trauma I didn’t choose but can choose to heal from.
I’m ready to let compassion (not shame) be the lens through which I understand myself.
And maybe that’s the quiet miracle of this season:
I’m no longer bracing for the worst.
I’m opening to the possibility of becoming.
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