June 1, 2019
Placing my hand over my heart I breathe deep.
I embrace the shame and guilt I feel and see yet another layer of my soul exposed and vulnerable.
I breathe deep and let the tears flow.
This part of me cries to be held. To be loved. To be forgiven. To live.
It’s okay I tell myself. You did not fail. You just grew tremendously stronger. Be patient with yourself.
Years of shame and resentment will not disappear in days.
Give that part of you that grieves all the love it needs.
