being myself. Who, I’m not sure if I was clear enough, is more than dependable and definitely cut out for this shit.Still don’t know what being spiritual really means, but it’s the only way I can describe what I’m going through.
Something along the lines of coming back home to myself—my humanness, my resilience, my weaknesses, my fears, my dreams, my hopes.
The terrifying way sometimes they all look the same depending on if I love myself or not. Remembering exactly who I am by allowing and accepting whoever that is.Read more on thoughtcatalog.com