Struggling to find a voice inside all these words. I think I might have some peace of mind if I could write down half of what I’m thinking.
Like examining friendship and relationships with other adults. That takes up an enormous amount of time in my brain. I finally put some of it into words yesterday and it made me realize I am not s horrible person for feeling the way I do. It’s okay to be different now than I was five months ago. And to treat myself with kindness and not force myself to be nice all the time. That’s killing me. Also, im not very good at it. Nice. I try, I really do. Sometimes it just isn’t in me to be alright every single minute. I need to be a little broken sometimes. And I think that’s okay.
Bountiful Words, Beautiful World 