Something So Sacred About A Heart Returning To Its Origin.

Calm dear heart, calm.

You've weathered storms before.

You'll weather this one too.

Calm dear heart, calm.

Thoughtful and gentle and sweet. Wild and reckless and loud. Emotions and words and actions.

Dearest, your life is yours. Let that sink in. The people in your life are people in your life. You are whole on your own. You do not need anyone to make you whole. Your happiness should come from you. You're allowed to make connections and cherish people, but dearest, come from a place of wholeness, not dependency.

Forgive, because you deserve peace.

For now, it's the sort of winter that freezes the tip of your nose but does nothing to your bones.

For now, I am content.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

I'm now realising that maybe I will never find a me for me. But maybe that was never the point. Maybe I was supposed to be that me for myself. All along, I had me. All along, I was too busy searching for myself, outside of myself. Maybe this time I'll be the me for me. Maybe this time, I'll be loved the way I wish to be loved.

that's it, i want a me for me.

at this point, ill take her for the still healing soul she is. but oh to have her, i want to experience just that.

You're not selfish for protecting your own heart.

You're not cold for honoring your limits.

You're not unloving for needing space to breathe.

You’re healing.

And every time you choose yourself, even through guilt, you teach your brain a new language:

Love doesn’t mean abandoning myself.

Love can include me.

And my love includes me.

Just because an animal has scales doesn't mean you get to trample on it.