I think a lot about who I am becoming and who I’ve been. A lot of exhaustion, a lot of brushing myself off and carrying on. Sometimes I’ll scream to myself in the car and wonder if this is as good as it gets. Suffering in silence, protecting the image of myself and others.
Well, maybe things might be stressful, but amidst the chaos, one day you’ll decide to wholeheartedly put yourself first. You’re going to tell yourself you deserve better than this shit and feel that in your bones.