Too many things silenced for too long. Too many thoughts I repressed and resigned...this is their redemption. This is my truth.
Wearing a smile on your dark days is detrimental to your mental health. Society pushes us to believe we have to be OK. But, it's OK to not be fine. We need to stop expecting ourselves to fit the "normalcy standard" that our culture has embraced. We aren't magazine models.
Who isn't down for broken, indiscernable tangents on the interstate? I'm running away from facts that are so deeply embedded within who I am, my makeup, that I'll never be able to undo them lest I undo my being. I'm unloveable.