“[The world is] so beautiful and complex and painful that sometimes you just need to sit down and write about it.”
A lady at the dog park made me cry today.
Arlow jumped on her. But in his defense, he didn’t until her dog jumped on her.
“You need to get control of your dog!” she said to me.
And I thought, “Yeah. I need to get control of a lot.”
I am trying to embrace the fact that I am a person. I am trying to honor my heart and who God made me to be. I am trying to stand tall and firm in my own body rather than grasping and begging for other people to validate me and fill me up.
My friend, Erika, and I talked today about how I’m an empath. How I basically go through the world without any skin- feeling everything so deeply.
And she talked about how it’s important that I take care of myself, that I put up boundaries so that the world doesn’t overwhelm me.
I never really thought about that before, about being uniquely wired to be sensitive, about needing to take care of that truth about me, to honor this quality rather than shame myself for it, to give room for my heart to tell me what it needs.
We also talked about why I can’t hold love; why I am empty of love almost the second someone says, “Yes, I love you.”
She said that’s a foundational problem because all of the world is, at its core, about love.
She said to be aware of that, of my inability to hold love. To try to live into the question, to try to open myself up to finding healing for whatever part of me in wounded in that way.
“Is life worth it?” I asked her at one point. “I just need to know that life is worth it.”
In response, she said something then that I’ve heard before: “That’s black or white thinking.”
She said some days life is worth it, some days it’s not.
She said, “Welcome the tension, because if you don’t, you’re fighting a battle you don’t need to fight. Allow pain to find a home in you without trying to make yourself be somewhere else. Be present with it. And then you’ll discover you’re able to move on.”
I don’t know how my story is going to end. I don’t know what happens next.
But I know there’s grace for me in this season.
So many people are pouring love into me.
I’m so blessed.
And still, I hurt.
“The funny thing about writing is that more often than not, you write your own way into truth.”