healing for no one but me

by Jennae Cecelia

you do not even know how much the story you are scared to tell could help someone else out of their own isolated hell.

i am trying to do more tangible things. make with my hands. create with color. dust a book off my shelves. i want to feel more alive here and less like i am just simply existing in worlds that are not even mine. it is easy to get stuck in a pit, but when i finally look up i feel guilty for having nothing to show for it.

you have done it once before, so you know it will come.

do you ever have those days where you feel like you are a stranger in your own skin? yeah, me too.

am constantly reminded that life is a balancing act. you cannot only have the good without getting some bad back.

a lot has changed since we last met. you would not even recognize me now. and i am so proud of that.

i am learning how to love my life for its seasons. not wish for my seasons to change faster or before it is time.

what does not make sense now ​will be screaming with certainty ​in the future.

i am beautifully alive here.