I learned from a young age I was not safe with those who appeared there to protect me. There is a deep betrayal in this hurt. Fostering my independence and my crafty isolation. Dwelling just on the outskirts of friendships, fleeting connections, nowhere near close enough to the edge, fear of falling in. I have lost my mother to cancer and I have known no father apart from alcoholism. I do not feel myself shaking at my foundation, I feel the world beneath my toes.
I have learned so much about myself by taking to the outdoors, taken a liking to being so honest it makes me sick.
It’s important to share stories, to grieve, to feel, to be. Authenticity is a battle, just as every day can be. Im still learning, but if you can be anything, be kind to yourself. - 6 minutes ago