Misunderstood Strengths

A coffee mug, a pen, and a piece of paper with the question "what are my strengths?"

Written By, Dan F.

I used to look back on my childhood with confusion. I knew I was different—how I learned, how I connected—but I didn’t have the language for it. I just knew I didn’t fit.

It wasn’t until I entered recovery that those memories began to shift. Not because they changed, but because I did.

Step 7 didn’t take me back to childhood—it gave me a new way to stand in it.

I began to see that the traits I once saw as flaws—my sensitivity, my resistance to conformity, my need for meaning—were actually signs of resilience. They weren’t shortcomings to be removed; they were misunderstood strengths waiting to be reclaimed.

Through recovery, I learned to let go—not of who I was, but of who I thought I had to be. That was humility: not erasing myself, but making space for my true self to emerge.

And as I did, something else became clear: my story wasn’t just mine. It was a bridge.

The more I shared, the more I saw others reflected in my words. The more I listened, the more I recognized the quiet courage in their stories.

That’s where community contribution began—not in grand gestures, but in small acts of presence. In showing up with honesty. In offering my story as a way to say, “You’re not alone.”

Step 7 taught me that letting go is an act of service. When I release shame, ego, and fear, I make room for connection. And in that space, community grows.

Published By ANL – November 2025

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