On catharsis.
That's it; that's the title. There's nothing else to say.
A few months on…. this is old & ever-new.
Wherever we go, there we are.
I am here. I bring myself.
You are here. You bring yourself.
It’s great to (re-)meet you.
this has been the most painful year of my life to date. and it’s also been the most joyful one. and it’s also been the most peaceful one. by far. and I’m still in it. we’re still in it. it’s hard to explain in words.
I am growing out of needing to explain myself. I am growing out of falling into the trap *of* explaining myself. I am growing out of caring about explanations at all. I want to be here now; I am here now; we are here now. this is all there is. these words are simple & true.
that little girl, “12 going on 21”, was shut down—physically, mentally & spiritually. she had no space to BE, let alone feel. let alone cry. & no one could see it. & even if or when they could, no one could reach her. no one would meet her.
it was—it felt— so lonely. I love her so much, and I feel so sad for her. I feel so sad that in her most formative years, she didn’t get what she needed. I’m also filled with respect & admiration for her.
this little girl defied all odds when everyone doubted her. she chose herself when she knew it would be the hardest, most painful & most isolating journey of her life (… at least at first). and she kept choosing herself. I am in awe of her bravery.
everything I am, do, will be, am becoming is for her. she deserves the world. yes, I’m crying writing this. because I no longer hide from myself, first & foremost. this is a little tweet of love ❤️ I love you all.
What’s the point of all of this?
You tell me.
Let’s be. Let’s feel. Let’s soften.
Let’s listen.
Let’s remember who we really are.
Let’s connect with who we want to be.
Let’s make art & love & magic & mystery.You’ve got this. We’ve got this.
Keep feeling.
I love you.
Thank you for staying with me.