listen, if you know me, you know a dance party in the kitchen with all the jams blasting at midnight is my idea for a go-to therapy session. turn it up. shake it off. dance it out. tune it out. laugh it out. even as a moody teenager, slamming my bedroom door to be alone with my blaring music - that became my safe space + the only place I allowed myself to feel all the feels, let myself let go.
but. it can’t always shaken off or tuned out, can it? sometimes it needs to be dug right up + weeded right out, doesn’t it? sometimes it actually warrants a real, honest, serious conversation, right? sometimes it can no longer be stuffed or ignored, you know? sometimes it begs our attention, rears its ugly head, comes unglued, + seeps right out of the seams of our souls, I’ve found.
so. soul searching + heart mending commence over here. y’all. social media is a collection of all our bests, but here’s a feeble attempt to offer a small outlet for transparency + admitting that life isn’t all peaches + rainbows.
may you go forth boldly into your tomorrow. you may be in the midst of the night, like me, but morning is dawning, I’m quite sure of it.
here’s to digging deep + leaning in, friends