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.