Real.

I feel raw.

Emotionally.
Raw is good.
It’s real.
I feel like a tired old punching bag at the end of a busy day in the gym.
I’m hurting, and I’m healing.
And they are all there.
Sadness is there.
Confusion is there.
Compassion is there.
Rage is there, shame is there, despair is there.
All present, all silent.
Like visitors at the funeral of the old me.
I’ve succeeded to stay happy and content for 6 years (most of the time at least), and I’m endlessly grateful for discovering the magic trick.
But this is now.
Now I’m opening up.
I feel raw.
Stripped-down.
Unguarded.
Unmasked.
It’s a gift.
It’s good.
And also
wow.
(Photo by @mostpeoplecallmemilo, for Unsplash)

Wie?

Wie?

01/09/2019
Keeping it real.

Keeping it real.

15/02/2020