I haven’t written anything personal in a little while. These past few weeks have been filled with a lot of overwhelming emotions.

Things I thought I was moving forward from, resurfaced. And boy, has it thrown me through a loop.

I feel like I’ve grown immensely since my crumble, and I know I have so much more growing to do, but it is terrifying.

I’m filled with hope again, and that scares me. Because last time I was feeling hopeful, it was smashed in my face like a plastic plate covered in whipping cream.

How embarrassing is it, for the world to see you vulnerable and exposed.

And how difficult is it, to recover from a broken, shattered, crinkly crumbly heart.

I’m scared. Because standing in front of everyone covered in shame, weeping, and holding chunks of gory heart is a place I don’t want to return to.

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