In order to love Self, I had to first acknowledge her pain, her survival. Sometimes we go through harm and don’t take a minute to acknowledge the fact that we have just been through something.
Deep inside there’s no mistaking that there is a want, a need to acknowledge the unspeakable and the unspoken, rather than focus on appearing to be well. A need to outpour or purge. Some tears are morning dew, others are monsoons.