My thoughts race yet slow at the exact same time. I am healing and falling apart at the exact same time. I am strong, yet fragile at the exact same time. I am so many things. at. the. exact. same. time.
I love it and I hate it. Go figure. I disappeared and I am learning how to lovingly embrace the things I am coming back to. I am trying to give myself grace and approach it tenderly, with kindness and self love I maybe never had. It's hard. Having to halt the things we love; until it's not. Then it's even harder to pace back and forth stumbling back toward them. Writing was never hard for me. Words flow, they seep through me like nothing else ever could. It's for as long as I can remember been easier for me to write, more natural than it was to breathe. Until I was told not to.
So here I am. Vulnerable. Naked. Broken in so many ways. But also more sold, confident, independ