Life has been very charged lately. Looking through my Instagram photos I can see a thread, an echo of my emotions through the images I choose to capture.
The uncertainty of an experience I did not actively choose and a path from which I could not steer away.
The odd mixture of terror and strength that comes from vulnerability.
Accepting that I desperately need support and discovering that I have it.
Acknowledging that I need to make a plan and accept my role in having acted in a way that gave people the opportunity to hurt me.
I am looking forward to the frames ahead and hoping that with them I’ll find my words again.
Categories: Me
We’re here listening between the silence. And lady? It’s time for us to be together. Our souls could use the company. xo
You, always there. Thank you, love. And yes, lets get together. Likely not Chicago though, huh? Drums finger on desk.
I have faith in you, Amanda. Always. And… I’ve got your back.
Oh, Sarah, thank you.
Even you words expressing your writer’s block are sheer poetry. xoxo
xo
Dormancy precedes growth. And massive blossoming.
Dormancy caused by cruelty/trauma likely harder to recover from than “organic’/seasonal dormancy. But you will.
That being said, it sucks.
I love you.
Perfect, mama. Thank you. Getting there.