the quiet creaks in the house, the whispers of the wind outside, they all seem to echo the thoughts I try to suppress—questions about my worthiness to live in such beauty, the anxiety of stepping too far from my comfort zone.
I remember that time. What a treasure. My kids are grown now. But I think I could do it all again. I love kids so much. I was having a rough long sleepless night last night. When I feel alone, I have the need to share something somewhere and that is all that came out, to feel some kind of connection. I didn't want to dump too much. Its all temporary and I am learning to ride it out. I have noticed that regardless of how beautiful my life is, there is sometimes an emotional storm that I just have to ride out. I have never wanted to be anyone but me and I have always known I could never end my life. But some nights are dark. It feels good to just blast a little something out there sometimes. Thanks for sharing 💚