I know many people don’t see or even like my posts and that’s okay. I think I’ve learned that writing for me is good enough. Which is weird.
My self worth journey has really been so expansive. The amount of growth I’ve acknowledged within myself has been outstanding. And, sometimes, overwhelming.
I don’t think people talk about how overwhelming healing can be 😂
It’s so messy & you’re literally shedding while at the same time growing? It’s weird.
Healing is weird, but I happen to like weird.
I think that it’s so important to remember that people don’t have it all together and that social media is so fake.
I cry so much. I worry about being a bad and inattentive mom. I worry that I don’t take care of things or myself enough. I don’t like cleaning. I don’t like laundry. Life is too expensive for me to even afford. And, sometimes, I’d rather buy shit I don’t need than the shit I do need.
But, do people even care about shit like that? For real. It’s so easy to convince yourself that people have better shit to worry about.
(This is where the healing comes in)
Because surprise. There’s actually people that care about your day. And if you’re mad or hurting. There’s people that wanna hear everything that your brain can come up with. There’s people who think you’re fantastic, creative, and hilarious.
There’s people that care if you ate, drank water, took your meds, and cuddled your dog. There’s people that care about you taking your space for your mental health. There’s people that care when you disappear long enough. There’s people that put effort into their relationship with you because you matter enough to them to fit you into whatever little free time they have. People that care enough to support you.
They exist. Because you exist. And because I exist.
And that is what this journey keeps reminding me.
Things may change, but it’s supposed to. It’s okay if things don’t last. Because, if you think about it, neither do we 🫶🏽
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