But that wasn’t where I wanted to be emotional. I didn’t want to be a part of the games the loveless world plays. Whether I was with someone or not, I desired to be emotionally healthy and creatively alive. To make matters more relevant, I double-dog dared to commit emotional suicide when the bulls*** I put myself through didn’t kill me.
Lately, I have been asking myself where does true freedom comes from? As I figure out the recipe for becoming my master self, I have a lot of talk time in the mirror. And whether it’s the mirror in my bathroom, my journal, or my reflection on some reflective surface, I am constantly seeking the answers to what feels like bottomless questions.
tions of my life were not being healed because I decided to hide in the shadows of dishonesty. However, at night, especially the lonely ones, I felt it and, I mean all of it. Why was it that I could feel, interpret, and hold healing space for others regarding love but unable to access my complete truth when it related to my own?
Regret was my everyday thought process. I regretted things I didn’t do, things I didn’t accomplish, and most definitely things I did that resulted in bullshit ass outcomes in my life. I toiled day in and day out about how much of a failure I was. I kept that broken record on repeat and lived every day trying to rectify my mistakes, even those I had only made moments before. I apologized too damn much.
The collective awakening of higher consciousness and self-care has engaged many in spiritual routines of noninvasive internal medicine practices; healing traumas, shedding ill-ideology and self-rediscovery. This translates to an intense, yet a delicate state of being that transcends our now existence. Thus, the forever question of “should I date…”