Today, I’m Going To Let Myself Be Sad
Today, my anxiety decided to get the best out of me. Today, my mind decided to open old wounds, and I am going to let it.
Today, my anxiety decided to get the best out of me. Today, my mind decided to open old wounds, and I am going to let it.
If we are to learn and grow from painful experiences, then we need first to dig in to our own behaviors and be honest about the not so perfect ways we often show up in a relationship.
I can’t remember the last time I truly let someone in the way I did with you, so naturally and clearly, letting you see every wound, every scar, every nervous habit and quirk.
When the sonographer jubilantly announced the gender of our baby at our 20 week morphology scan, I burst into tears.
If only I hadn’t been traumatized as a child, I would have been able to save myself from you.
A few months from now, you’ll text me. Even though I deleted your number, I’ll know it’s you.
After my assault, I felt lonely, hopeless, and like “damaged goods.”
For the shortest moment in time, everything that I thought I wanted, I briefly had. Though, really, did I?
The monster under the bed had me frightened and tucked into my blankets to avoid being grabbed. But as an adult, there is a much different fear.
I am more fearful now of speaking on the matter than I was living it.