Stranded by relationships, shielded with empathy, conciliatory notes abound, I feel lonely. Stifled by stigma... I am hopeless.
Feel free to disagree, but please have a foundation of disagreement based on something other than personal offense or “but that’s what my teachers told me."
Do you feel that? Take a breath. Into your belly. This is letting go. This turn of the wheel marks another spoke on your timeline. This is moving on.
How you feel is neither good or bad. It’s just you being you. Cry, wail, scream, get angry. Whatever you feel, it's all okay.
The moment you see something with your own eyes and feel injustice with all your senses, you cross an inner border, you know you can’t go back from there.
I am coming to terms with what diminishes my sparkle, what and who makes me feel like I am too much of anything or like something is ‘wrong’ with me.