this blog is a museum of my heart

I’m deep in this ‘wanting to know more about myself’ phase

investing all of my romantic energy....on myself

home is where mom is

the traumatised urge to hide myself from the world and protect all that I am vs the healing urge to put myself out there and get hurt and love and grow and connect and share and feel embarrassed and do it all again and again and again

When I say “last year,” I’m talking about 2019

pspspspspspsing serotonin

“trust your intuition” baby i have anxiety i can’t tell which is which sometimes

let’s love each other like we know nothing about sad endings

Every single time I was terrified of what was to come and didn’t understand how I would get through it, I did. Every single time I felt like my world was ending and that I couldn’t make something happen, I still did. Even when I felt terrified, lost, overwhelmed, unsure, insecure, and unworthy, I still pulled myself through. And looking back on all of it, everything always made sense after. And everything always worked out for my greater good. And everything led me to the next stage of who I was. I have to remember all of that in this moment where I’m feeling insecure and vulnerable. I have to remember how many times I felt that way before and how many times I pushed through. I have to find the strength to love and accept myself for who I am at this stage too.