8:21, Saturday, 9th of March 2024
I can’t remember when was the last time I expressed myself with letters.
The self sabotage of letting these emotions bubble and boil up inside of me saddens me. How can I love myself so much if I’ve been locking myself up inside for so long?
My younger self was much more connected to who I am. I believed in myself, I rooted for myself. I let traumatic events scatter and dissipate into thin air who I truly am. Maybe this is a long and strategic way to reboot myself. A software that has been lingering and updating itself at an extremely slow pace. A rhythm that is difficult to keep up with at times.
I decided to start this journal of emotions for me. If I can, however, help and reassure some in this sea of questions and essays, then, great. Words seem to be the best creative solution for me to pour my heart out and feel better. I can’t neglect how powerful journaling is for me. So here we are. You reading these words and me serving a glass of sensibility.
