Despite my treatment (and the millions of those like me) by this country, even as my voice (and at times my body) trembles, I rise, asserting my rights. I display the flag upside down. I am in EXTREME DISTRESS.
We're doing it all wrong. What if we're not supposed to pour out all we have before restoring our portion. What if what we're supposed to give is our overflow?
I seldom experience the anxiety that used to send me running, from the grocery store, out of my office, clawing at my clothes, gasping for fresh air. Oh, you didn't know that about me? Yeah, I'm that high functioning. "RESPECT. You Da MVP. Scratch That. You Are An Idiot"
I never stop when I should. I have never believed that the rules of self and soul care applied to me, even as I excoriate those I loved, "Do Better." I steadfastly refuse to take my own advice.
A repost from a while ago. Often, it's experiencing your own words through someone else's lens that makes them fresh again.
We all have the right, and the capacity, to Love (God). We simply need to grant ourselves permission.