Many lost soul-pieces await restlessly to be acknowledged...just as the ruins of wrecked ships from long ago are waiting for the next storm to uncover them.
This is also the loneliness of not feeling seen. The isolation of not following the horde, of not always being understood.
Self-love is softening to the things I don’t like about myself and bringing compassion. It means being willing to be where I am, as I am.
When we feel open to talk about it… when we let the pain breathe… when we don’t feel judged and ostracized… that’s when things get a little easier.
Mental anxiety, for me, has required very physical actions. Nothing I do is about making it go away. I don’t believe healing works like that.