You ever think about how a butterfly doesn’t hide its cocoon but just changes out in the open absolutely undo themselves while hanging off a branch of the open air. Wild.

And sad

You edpressed an opinion about me And it triggered a formative fear anout me identity You said “you’re not that good at it, you’re super disorganized” And i know in my logic that you were talking about yourself But the part of me who has tried so hard to overcome that belief Is So Tired

The softest part Rattles with fear You won’t hold her And ecen if you did It would be too rough Or she Can Not Trust

Discomfort, discomfort, discomfort And still I resist. Before I surrender Can someone please tell me the outcome?

Girl body, i will help you write the score, that is how we settle it. Revenge plot or opus of offerings either way these limbs listen and conduct. Girl body you are a gorgeous symphony. Prepare to delight.

Besides debt all my needs are met and i think that’s what it means to be middle class?

I was a tween when i began performing motherhood To be clear i did not have children But I took responsibilty for the young kids around me, meeting their needs as best i could I stepped in And i did it for attention Specifically the attention of the mothers whose job i was performing Wild

Hey hi. Can someone tell me what the actual point is?

A criticism may be valid And still be a projection.

Do you hold off your hungers? Why?

I trust my body And my body trusts me This is my rebirth

Love is getting a little bit bigger than the full-size thing in front of you

One thing about me, I’m gonna let you believe what you want to believe about me. Knowing all the while that the belief is actually about you.

I trust myself.

I care for my nervous system And my nervous system Cares for me

How lucky I am to be not linear Rather to burst through my day Like a flower opening Or a firework but slower.

One thing about an old me is I’m gonna put in more effort then I’ll get in return

What’s one way you nurture yourself?

How can you tell when you are in the need for nurturing?

My gawd I long to be understood

What I need is some nurturing.

My depths don’t have to drain me But they sorta do I have a slow leak somewhere and it exhausts me.

What I wouldn’t give to catch my breath…. A feeling I’ve felt since forever And I’ve hitched myself in ways that feel like I have to run faster and faster to keep up

Riding the mental health struggle bus right now. I’ve got a lot of grace for myself But I’m so damn tired of the cycle

A family is just an extension of the nervous system Right? Sorta?

My inclination is to make something out of feeling good.

“Be strong about it” I told my 9yo who was complaining about how hard it was to carry the bowling ball sized rock he insisted he needed to bring home from our hike. The whining was a lot. Buddy this is a choice you’ve made, be strong about it or leave it. The advice has been good for me too.

My heart can’t really handle the hunger. Better to pretend I feel otherwise, you know?

I hereby declare myself part of the Resource Class. Th resource class is the class of people who is neither above nor below any other class of people. Rather they understand that resources are available and can be handed around with ease. There’s no such thing as scarcity.

The medicine comes exactly when I need it. That’s what it means to be strong about this.

“Be strong about it” Is what I’m saying to myself and the part of me that is overwhelmed. Happy to report it is kinda working

Her depression Taught me To track The troubles It has made me empathetic Yes But taken too far It makes me swampy

Rage against the machine? Yes, absolutely. But how to no longer Rage against myself You know?

Today I’m seeing a binary in me which is I assume people think I am A burden Or A joy There is no in between Not space for people to think nothing at all of me.

I am breaking down

The thing is I’m complicated And you’re mean And we’ve met here in a weird kind of in between I no longer want to be

I delete myself When I can’t Control Alt Delete You know? Like reset isn’t working that well. Exit does not exist Me, I cannot fix So delete it is. Nothing too fleshy though, just a digital version Broken broken anyway But now, poof, gone.

I’m really beginning to understand the weight of the emotional labor that is mine inside of this marriage and motherhood. So many males under patriarchy makes mama so tired and drained. I wish he’d do the work.

We had an epic family meltdown last night That was not my making And yet I got involved and everything got worse And I’m the first one up today Desperate for a reprieve Knowing in the only one in this family who will try to clean it up I’m So Damn Tired

You seek dominance I seek understanding We are not the same

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Everything is different now. And that’s exactly how it’s supposed to be.

The problem is 100 percent me I could choose something else But like I swear I can make this work

This was the best I could do It’s mostly amounted to debt and an always ache But it has been my best

Hashtag beyond burnt out And still I must Hashtag rise Because hashtag Blessed Right Right? RIGHT?

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