survival
11/12/24 "she knew how to love now and how to let go. Whatever came next, she would survive it, too." I've been thinking for a while, healing, trying... I have been loving the wrong way, I have been loving from survival. how I showed up, how I gave, how I clung, how I tried how I obsessed. It's all rooted in the fear of being left behind, just abandoned. Trying to be enough. Trying to matter. The truth is? The survival version... that's not me. I don't want it to be. Survival isn't…real love. So I sit here and ask myself, Who am I? I'm soft. I am genuine. I care deeply. I'm direct. I don't play games. I'm not silent when it comes to feelings. I speak up and I show it. I'm rooted & I'm real. No, I'm not perfect. Still flawed. Always healing. Fluent in my own damn emotions. I feel my shit. I name it. I give it space to breathe, and I keep going. I'm not stuck in it....