When I was three months into my first “real” job, I was living the highs and lows of being an assistant and making a sincere attempt at adulthood (or “adulting” as we’ve chosen to label the act of being out…
Does guilt seep in at all when you think about what you’ve done? Does it matter at all that you’ve shattered someone?
The tears I’ve cried could fill a swimming pool—and for years, I thought it would be easier to just hold my breath at the bottom.
I’m glad I have the freedom to write about this, and put it out there and encourage other women to do the same.
Say hello. Say yes. Try. Text him back for God’s sake. See what you discover along the way.
Right now, I am scared. I don’t want to be scared. Right now I am going to focus on healing myself, by myself.
So when I bare my body instead of my soul
Know I am opening myself up to you the only way
I have ever known.
