I talk a lot and write a lot. I'm vulnerable and don't hesitate to share my story if I think it's relevant or might help someone, or if I just need to get it off my chest. I'm grateful to have struggled and lost so much that I thought the pain might never end, because it's made me see how strong I am, what I'm capable of, and I'm able to understand the pain of others.
Can you see me? Not my circumstances or the outer shell of my life, but who I am deep within these fragile walls I've built around myself. These walls were supposed to keep me safe but are slowly killing me. Can you see the real me? Your judgements or opinions on my choices don't matter and they don't help. I need you to see me. I've forgotten who I am. Will you remind me?