Monday, September 17, 2012
I can't find my voice. Not even to write a trusted friend, even though I know what I want to say. I want the words to come. I want the them to pour out of me like love pours out of me - effortlessly, without thought.
When did things get so complicated? My thoughts entangle with muddled emotions. I breath in, trying to remember what it feels like to breathe deep... trying to remember when things still made some sense.
I feel like I've lost myself or my mind or both, knowing that I've done neither is no comfort. Slowly, the person I used to be peeks out wondering if it's safe now.
I want someone to fight for me. Just like I would fight for them. Telling them to not give up, fight for life, it's worth it. Telling me what I know, but need to be reminded - things are tough I know, but you will make it through.
I want someone to hold my hand, just so I know they are there. Just so I know, I'm not alone.
Sunday, September 16, 2012
"Owning our story can be hard but not nearly as difficult as spending our lives running from it. Embracing our vulnerabilities is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love & belonging & joy - the experiences that make us the most vulnerable. Only when we are brave enough to explore the darkness will we discover the infinite power of our light."
~ Brené Brown,
Writer, Researcher & Educator