There are times where I am so tired. I am weary from being afraid and feeling imperfect. I get pinned underneath the weight of my stories.
It’s in this place, when I get good and quiet, that I encounter a feeling… The desperation eases and I feel hope. It’s a whisper, to be sure. But it exists.
It takes time, but the feeling is correct.
I learn from these times. I heal from these times. I grow from these times.
These times are FOR ME. These times are an opportunity for me to heal. These times are an opportunity for me to grow.