Like pieces of a life left behind, I shuttle my hurt to the porch or deep down in the basement and leave it there untended.

Stockpiled and stored so well you’d barely even notice they were there. Discomfort and vulnerability.

But I feel less than whole with these old doubts and insecurities lurking in the background, moving with me wherever I go.

So I will look past the tears and the stains and the broken pieces to reckon with my emotions.

I will get curious about my feelings and invite them back inside the house. Because the goal is to fully integrate all of life’s experiences.

Day 23

Day 23