It was just one of those days.
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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It was just one of those days.
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