meeting myself where I’m at
doing our best really depends on so many different things. our environment, our resources, accessibility, etc. there has to be a balance between meeting ourselves where we’re at while still striving for better
I am no longer tolerating myself as if I'm an inconvenience
I've withered away to nothingness in order to see that I am everything.
willow trees
I no longer want to show up as anything less than me
that way, I'm not planting seeds of misalignment & wondering why there are no willow trees
sometimes i run out of room for myself
if I told you I don’t want to be alone with my thoughts today, would you make room/hold space for me?
accepting reality
It’s gonna be ok if chapters seem to end before they start. Or if my mind held space for fantasies that never got fulfilled.
ugh, dissociation again
I fear I won’t be able to recollect my 20’s. Cause everything’s a blur.