So being alive is really tough sometimes. There is a lot that gets carried around internally, at least that’s truth for me. I’ve been sliding along the scale of grief and gratitude lately. My default is grief focused but my higher self keeps reminding me of all the tools I’ve learned to twist the spiral of my mind to more upward feeling emotions.

It’s hard. I’m tired.

I just want to run until I collapse in tears. I want to pull my body into deep waves of an ocean with a full moon overhead and scream out to the universe. I want to push my hands into the earth and grab at the dirt until my nails dig into my hands just to feel the intense feelings of my existence as I scream and cry for release.

Life is hard for those of us who deeply feel and who have been deeply harmed, who have seen those we love harmed.

Be kind or quiet when you see us out in the world expressing what we think we know of ourselves.

Please.