I’m making conscious effort to return to myself through writing. For years journaling here was a safe space to reconnect to my essence. I lost it. Or better said, I dimmed it. Worried about perfectly wording my experiences, I left pages blank, even though I visited them often. Perhaps it was too painful, too emotional. Perhaps it didn’t matter anymore what I said and what I feel. Deflated and silenced, everything seemed overwhelming to grasp it in a paragraph. So, here I am today, at this very moment pushing myself to do this again, and tap into the long story of the past three and half years. Step by step to unravel it. To process and to truly heal.
Why? Because I do matter. My feelings do matter. And mostly because I want to love and be loved once again. I want to be happy again.