I’m having a bad hair day, said I. Not only that but a bad shoe day as well, and in general I’m having a bad day.
Find your voice, I was told. I never knew my voice was lost, thought I.
And so it was, and so it is, the cycle repeats and my fears arise. My eyes are the first to react. My tightening heart forces the tears to form. Watery pools surface the lens of my sight. I’m triggered and I know it and feel it. I’m living my fear and that’s okay.
I will live it and allow it to be.
I love me.