"Compassion is essential, but it's not a substitute for self-expression, self-respect, or self-compassion." ~Vironika Tugaleva

Compassion is essential, but it’s not a substitute for self-expression, or self-respect, or self-compassion. Emotional self-care is also essential, but gently soothing our wounds does not replace communicating about them.

This became very clear to me yesterday.

But let me rewind. I’ve had an interesting few weeks—interesting and difficult. About three weeks ago, I finished the draft of my second book, The Art of Talking to Yourself, and sent it off to beta readers. (I also posted a pre-release sneak preview!)

Historically, I have had a hard time transitioning between creating something and sharing it with others. When I’m creating, I’m always thinking about how to improve what I’m working on. Then, after I’m finished, I keep thinking that way. Trying to improve a work-in-progress is useful. Trying to improve something that’s out of my hands is torture.

My motivation quickly turns to criticism and self-judgment, and then I get intense feelings of depression.

That’s what happened when I got my first bits of feedback on the book. The feedback wasn’t negative. My perception of it was. I twisted and distorted everything, until I felt like I never wanted to write anything ever again.

I’ve written about my experiences with creativity, pain, and shame in this post as well as this one. Two weeks ago, in the midst of this most recent episode of creative depression, I decided to make a video to share with you how I was feeling. If you haven’t watched it yet, here it is.

Right after I made the video, I felt better. Plus, I planned a live event in Toronto for the next weekend, so I had some motivation to shift my focus.

I believe that depressed feelings are self-communications, and I could hear what mine were saying to me loud and clear—stop ripping yourself apart, be kind.

I went into radical self-care mode. I did hot yoga, took walks, and played my guitar. I practiced for my event, cried on Jamie’s shoulder, and watched TED talks. I ran. I ran a lot.

The event went beautifully, and the depression returned only briefly afterwards. The next week was more peaceful. That is, until a few days ago.

I have been reaching out to well-known authors for endorsements of my upcoming book. I reached out to one who not only refused to read the book, but was also very critical of me. So I did what I always do. I was kind to him and I cultivated compassion. Then, I went for a long run, letting myself feel all the shame and pain. I forgave him, and forgave myself.

However painful it was, I’m grateful it happened. If it hadn’t, I would not have been as emotionally vulnerable the next day, and might not have had the epiphany that led to this post!

The next day, yesterday, I received a message with a Facebook screenshot of a well-known public figure posting my words without attributing them, as if they were hers. On Goodreads, when I shared this quote, it got 4 likes. On my Facebook, it got about 100. On her Facebook post, there were 3,600 likes, hundreds of shares, hundreds of comments.

I felt hurt, but I also felt disrespected. This person’s audience was 25 times the size of mine. If I’d been credited, maybe I could have expanded my horizons and reached some new people. She could have helped me shine my light brighter. I try so hard to help others, and it was hurtful to feel like someone was neglecting the opportunity to help me.

So, of course, I started to do what I always do—be compassionate. But when I looked within me, I found no anger, no blame, no judgment. I had compassion. But I still felt unsettled. Compassion for her was not enough.

Of course, then I thought—maybe I need to go air out this energy, take care of myself, so that I can return to a state of peace.

But something didn’t feel right. My own thoughts triggered creative depression, so it made sense that I focused only on self-care. But this situation was different. This person’s actions triggered my feelings. Of course, I have been in the habit of taking responsibility for my reactions to other people. But wasn’t this actually unethical?

That was when it hit me—I needed to stand up for myself.

Before I discovered compassion, I was an expert at advocating for myself in any and every situation. I’ve spent the past few years working on compassion, but where did my self-advocacy go?

I’ve tell Jamie how I feel and what I need, but with everyone else, I can’t remember the last time I stood up for myself! I thought being compassionate and understanding was always enough. It’s not.

I sent this person an email and I posted a polite, but direct, public comment on the Facebook post. I said it was my quote. I said I felt hurt and disrespected. I provided a link for proof.

After I posted the comment, I felt better. I felt a little guilty, but I felt better.

But why did I feel guilty? Some part of me thought that, because I was advocating for myself, I was somehow losing compassion points. Like I can’t be a loving person and ask for respect. Like I can’t be a kind person and enforce boundaries.

Pardon my language, but that’s just bullshit.

I can love this person, and still think what she’s done is disrespectful. I can feel compassion for that author who was rude to me, and still feel hurt by his words.

Even if I understand completely why someone has done something that triggered me, that does not mean I need to keep silent. And I’ve realized that, with everyone but Jamie, I often do.

I have stressed so many times the importance of approaching reality with an open mind and an open heart. Well, this past week, I’ve learned that, sometimes—not all the time, but sometimes—it’s important to approach with an open mouth too.

In addition to my comment, I reached out to some friends for support. This, I realize now, was motivated by an incredible post by Chelsea Cordes on The Real Us. Her words left seeds within me, and yesterday, those seeds sprouted.

Now, as I write this, a dozen people have come to my support on this issue, some of whom I’d never met before! They just heard about what happened and wanted to help me. If I hadn’t spoken up, I wouldn’t get to feel what I feel right now—like I’m not alone. Like I don’t have to deal with everything alone. Like there are people in my corner.

I’ve realized that self-expression, for me, is indivisible from self-respect. I keep finding these dark corners within me that I unconsciously hide from you. I suppose that is the magic of self-discovery. There is so much hidden, so much treasure, so many opportunities for courage.

As for the post, shortly after I wrote this blog, I received a message telling me that she had added an attribution and issued an apology. This was an amazing gift.

Before I heard this happened, to be honest, I doubted that she would attribute me or apologize. But I was okay with that. I didn’t need this situation to be resolved to have peace. I told myself that how I acted was a reflection of my own values and beliefs, while how she chose to respond is a reflection of hers. I spoke my truth and allowed myself the space to be a human being just like everyone else. I got peace within myself, and that was more than enough.

And now, I am overflowing with not only peace, but gratitude. I am beyond grateful that the poster chose to be respectful, and so grateful for all of the people who helped me stand up for myself.

If I had never spoken up, I would not have received support from my community, nor would I have received an apology or an attribution from that public figure. Most importantly, I would not have had peace within myself.

Compassion is Not a Substitute for Self-Respect (Neither is Self-Care)

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  • August 25, 2016 at 12:04 pm
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    So sorry to read about your experience, Veronika. In a more positive vein, it has made you stand up for yourself and have taken back your power.

    For me this is more a case of plagiarism and copyright infringement. Attribution to source is important. Something similar happened to a dear friend of mine who is a public personality and that too by another public personality. My friend wrote to the lady and politely asked her to reword her content although she was flattered to have had her words copied, ad verbatim. It was soon taken off the internet.

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    • August 25, 2016 at 1:09 pm
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      Thank you Vatsala! And you will be happy to hear that, shortly after your leaving that comment, she issued an apology and added an attribution. I’ve expanded the post to reflect that. I’m full of gratitude today!

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      • August 25, 2016 at 3:00 pm
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        I just saw the update, Vironika, and am pleased as punch! I was so outraged when I read your post, because taking credit for other’s work is so unethical. Must have been the collective energy of your readers who felt along with you that the Universe simply had to do something about it.

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        • August 26, 2016 at 10:49 am
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          It’s amazing how people will stand together! I’m glad to have experienced this.

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  • August 25, 2016 at 1:03 pm
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    Hi Vironika, I agree with you that is totally unethical behavior. As someone who was in the habit of letting people walk all over her for many years and who still finds direct confrontation difficult, I am SO PROUD OF YOU for standing up for yourself in this way. It in no way diminishes your compassion, but shows that at last you are extending it to yourself, too ♡ And ‘If your compassion does not include yourself, it is incomplete.’ (As said Jack Kornfield it appears from my quick Internet search, not Buddha).

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    • August 26, 2016 at 10:50 am
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      Yes, it definitely does show self-compassion! Thank you for your kind words, Julia. And speaking of misattribution, I wonder if Jack Kornfield is flattered by that one.

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  • August 25, 2016 at 1:12 pm
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    Well done, Vironika! I love reading about your journey – it always seems to have resonance with my own. How wonderful for you to express so much compassion for Madam Copycat – I get a more visceral response, like “How dare she!” Either way, you are so on target, the responsibility needs to be placed, rightly, in her court, not yours. What she did is stealing, and no need to sugar-coat it. Still, it takes so much courage to speak up for ourselves sometimes – I think that’s the big victory here. You did it with a lot of class, and I can’t help but think that cream always rises to the top!

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    • August 26, 2016 at 10:54 am
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      Thank you for your kind words, Reba! Yes, the ball went into her court, and what an amazing thing she did with it! I’m proud of her, to tell the truth. And I hope that this has been a learning experience for her as well. Thank you, as always, for your support.

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  • August 25, 2016 at 4:22 pm
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    Vironika this was very moving for me to read, thank you for your kind words and mention of my post, I can’t tell you how good it feels to know that it made a positive impact on you. My favorite part of this blog is when you noted feeling guilty for defending yourself. I have found myself in similar situations and could logically justify defending myself but somehow couldn’t shake the innate feeling of guilt ever. Reading this has inspired me to have more courage in defending myself with punishing myself going forward. Thank you again!

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    • August 26, 2016 at 10:56 am
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      You are so welcome, Chelsea! You deserve to feel this feeling. Your courage has helped to liberate my own, and now it’s returned to you–what an incredible thing. Never stop writing and sharing!

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  • August 27, 2016 at 11:57 am
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    I admire your ability to have compassion and most of all to express yourself. This truly is self compassion!

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