I hold my pain as a soft, vulnerable gift and allow it to be. For everything that I am and everything I have ever been is as delicate as a bubble that has been crafted with the most extraordinary care that allows it to be, and for all of my shortcomings and failures, there is victory too, and with every breath that I take, I simply am.
The more time I spend on healing, the more I realize the importance of self-care. On making the better choices for my own self. Some choices strengthen and others weaken.
Recently I placed myself in a situation that I knew would not be good for me. I did it anyway. Because I could. Because I wanted to. I could feel the strength ebb from me. I was giving my power away.
(Perhaps) fortunately I became ill and had an enforced break. My strength was renewed.
I have been able to stand back and allow myself the power and freedom to make choices for strength. For self-care. For self-love.
For me.
When all is said and done
After your love has come and gone
When sadness enters uninvited
And I am feeling low
I will look inside me,
Be still and know
I am me, and I am
Okay.
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