Description: Life is crazy, messy and absolutely beautiful!
This pain is a noose. Choked beneath the weight of my past, I can’t breathe. The past and the present look nothing alike; and yet, here I stand, feeling every bit as naked and ashamed as I did then. As if all the growth and change still isn’t enough. As if I, still, am not enough.
I pride myself on my rigorous honesty. My almost embarrassing level of truth telling that has always exposed me just a little more than I can contain. While I feel as though I am supposed to apologize for that, I simply can’t.
Having someone stand in the cracks of your past is a scary endeavor.
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