It is one of those nights.
Echoes of my past play in my head.
Years of letting others define me.
I’ve been trying to find myself again.
The version I lost decades ago.
I wish I could say it’s all roses and sunshine.
It isn’t.
What it is for me.
A slow work in progress.
That tears at me a little each day.
It hurts, and I won’t lie.
Showing up is work.
Trying to ignore the voices in your head that loop.
"You are Worthless"
Is Hard. It's a mind trap.
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