I think the reason I don’t write like I used to is because I’m afraid to be vulnerable again. Bravery was such a strong trait I possessed when I was younger… The courage to dream of the unknown of where I could be in my life and to be resilient when others thought what I wanted out of life was unattainable.
To relive certain emotions and memories can be a bit draining. What’s worse of all is to re-read all that was felt and the images replay as though it was a traumatizing movie that you never wanted to see or know the words that were exchanged. But yet, it was also a therapeutic remedy for those who cannot verbally express themselves.
All things in time. Hope yall had a beautiful and productive Sunday.