Dear Brave Souls,
I’ve often said that I write from what I know—what I’ve lived through, what I’m still walking through. I share what has helped me and continues to support me, and I open up about the messy, sacred journey of healing. Bit by bit, I return to myself—and maybe, through these words, you can find pieces of yourself too.
The first time I experienced bullying was over a decade ago, when I started working for a ministerial department in London. Before that, I had never encountered bullying. In Romania, work had always been my sacred space—where I felt safe, empowered, creative. My efforts were recognised, my ideas welcomed. Work was exciting. I lived to work.
So to say that my experience in London was traumatic would be an understatement.
Within five months of starting that job, I was having nosebleeds for days in a row. I couldn’t sleep. My body would shake every time the train approached Victoria Station after a nearly two-hour commute. My whole being resisted entering that space.
What helped me endure was the unexpected solidarity of another woman on the team. We became friends. We still are. She, too, had been bullied—by the same manager. She reached out to me when she saw how broken I was. That moment of connection changed everything. She walked with me, literally and emotionally, as I joined the union and shared what had been happening.
John, the union representative, was extraordinary. He told me this wasn’t uncommon—that the system was riddled with such stories. I was signed off work for a month due to high blood pressure, nosebleeds, and PTSD. But our case was taken seriously. We presented it to the top Communications Director—who, to our surprise, revealed that his own wife had gone through something similar.
With the support of my colleague, we brought forward a joint complaint. And we won. But the emotional toll was immense, and what lay ahead was still uncertain.
Years later, bullying returned to my life—this time in a more extreme, determinedly vicious, un-relenting form, day-in and day-out. There was no union to turn to, not even an HR department to raise concerns with. The experience was dramatic, deeply hurtful.
So dear reader, when I say I get it—please believe me. I truly do. I have worked in 5 countries, I don’t get why this has happened twice in England. To be continued…
This short prayer is for anyone who has been bullied—whether in childhood, at work, or even in your own home. It’s spoken from my heart, drawn from my lived experience, and offered with deep compassion.
Sometimes, healing begins not with fixing, but with being seen and held in love. This is a metta-style blessing, a few minutes of softness in a world that often feels harsh. You are not alone, and you are not broken. May this prayer be a gentle companion on your path back to yourself.
This is a prayer for the hearts who’ve been hurt by bullying… for those who were silenced, mocked, ignored, or made to feel like they didn’t belong.
I see you. I’ve been you. I know the echo of those wounds. And today, I speak not just to your pain, but to your power.
May you feel safe in your body again.
May you reclaim your voice, without fear.
May you remember that what they said about you was never the truth.
May your nervous system find calm.
May your inner child be held with tenderness.
May your beauty—not just outside, but the essence of who you are—be seen and loved, by you first.
If you still carry shame that doesn’t belong to you, I send it back to the wind.
If you're still trying to prove your worth—darling, you were always worthy.
May you attract gentle friendships.
May you trust yourself, your instincts, your goodness.
And may you begin—slowly, softly—to feel free.
To the one listening:
You are not broken. You are becoming.
I honour your journey. And I walk beside you in spirit.
Take a breath with me.
If this prayer stirred something in you, I invite you to reflect gently today:
“What would I say to the younger me/adult me who was bullied?”
You may want to write a letter, or simply place a hand on your heart and whisper it inwardly, or do both.
Feel free to share your thoughts below, or just rest in the knowing—you are seen.
Until next time, be well!
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