thank God for words that are entirely mine coming out of the lips of someone that isn’t me
What are we doing?
This… whatever shall we name it?
I am worthy. I write the three words slowly, letting each letter drag for as long as it wishes, affirming through ink and manifesting into reality what I’m teaching my heart to believe. affirmation
I can’t do this
I can’t do this That’s the last thing I tell myself. It is the point where I’ve practically given up, and there’s no point in trying again. I look at my situation and I just can’t find the strength to go on. I can’t do this Those are the last words that escape my lips…