Have you ever felt like you were suffocating? Like these were the only cards that life gave you and you just had to keep on keepin’ on? Man, was I wrong.
Happy to admit it. I was wrong more than once, about people, places and things that I thought I could trust.
Happy to pull my own. To start getting past feelings that make me feel small, dead, and an absolute dread.
Happy to enjoy life. All the people I love who are in it and not feel like I’m constantly having to show up for repentance.
Happy to feel. It’s me again, when I for sure thought I was never going to win.
Happy to see. Happy to be, happy to be alive and just doing me.
Happy to look back and start stepping on the cracks again, without feeling like I’m breaking my mommas back.
Ya feel me? This is the real me.