Fuck this bullshit.

And more life lessons.

[CONTENT WARNING: STRONG LANGUAGE]

I love myself. And I can only love myself when I’m honest. That’s just how it goes. I’m grateful.

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Every once in a while, I’ll fuck myself.

I’ll be like…

“Right, hi.

Where am I not being 100% truthful?

Where am I lying?

Where am I hiding?”

And I will annihilate myself.

Today is that day for me.

Here’s the other side.

The other side I really want you to see.

Because it’s infinitely easier for me to be bold, strong, guns-blazing, fierce, resourceful, diplomatic & unfuckwithable (yes, all at the same fucking time) than it is for me to be, sit with, express & SHARE my TRUE SADNESS & vulnerability.

I want to name what I don’t want…

So you know.
So it’s clear.
So the line is drawn.

So what’s implicit is made explicit.

So I can alchemise this stuff for myself & be reborn.