My heart never stops. Fighting the confusion, I try my best to find the roots of my problems. So often they’re buried deep in the darkness; I can’t get to them without pain. Thankfully, I resist the urge to ” just be ok ” and keep going. Change doesn’t happen in comfort zones. In order to prevent repetition, I must face that which has a grip on me, now. Recently, it’s been a dash of insecurity, a small change in conversation, and to many hormones.
I’m out of the ghostly wood, where the haunting lies stab my vulnerability. On to this road in front of me. The road, lit by hope and promise. The road that reflects the blessings in my life.