I’m talking to whoever is listening but most importantly, I’m listening.

Somedays I get tired and lost in my own mind. Sometimes all I need is a hug and I don’t know how to ask for one. I find comfort in my old habits to bring me peace. Most of the time it works but sometimes it doesn’t. Sometimes I’m empty in my own skin and these are the days that I need you. These are the days I’m vulnerable and my wounds are fresh in my eyes. I wake up with red eyes and dance until they whiten. Some mornings I bathe in clorox until I’m laughing even though I’m not really amused. I try to navigate life on my own and God loans me a walker and as I’m crawling, I get a sense of what my crutch really is.