I’ve always found writing to be a comforting escape—a way to pour out the words that feel too heavy to say aloud. On my ride home tonight, I couldn’t help but reflect on how being honest, striving for respect, and valuing myself have become shields to protect my heart.
Yet, when some people decide I’m not worth fighting for, it hurts deeply. As Kate Bush echoes in my mind, “If only I could make a deal with God…” the lyrics resonate in a way that feels like a tight knot in my chest.
This healing journey—this endless tunnel of breaking and mending—feels so heavy tonight. It’s lonely. Maybe closure would help, but then I wonder… do I really need it? Or is it just the lingering voice of self-doubt whispering, “You’re not good enough”?
Through my teary eyes, I write this, feeling so lost yet hoping to find a flicker of clarity.
Love,
Chits
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