When I read about grief, I begin to think about the things I’ve losses and the things I’m scared to lose.
I have so much love to give and so much to share with others, but I’m also scared of the process and the naysayers.
I feel like I should’ve be, yet I am.
I don’t want to feel and be so constricted, but then when I have space I don’t necessarily know what to do with it.
I haven’t been dancing and I’ve been avoiding past tools.
It’s like I no longer feel comfortable or drawn to use them.
I’m grieving a stage of my life that I enjoyed and a part of me that felt free.
Feb 16, 2025
Feb 16, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
When I read about grief, I begin to think about the things I’ve losses and the things I’m scared to lose.
I have so much love to give and so much to share with others, but I’m also scared of the process and the naysayers.
I feel like I should’ve be, yet I am.
I don’t want to feel and be so constricted, but then when I have space I don’t necessarily know what to do with it.
I haven’t been dancing and I’ve been avoiding past tools.
It’s like I no longer feel comfortable or drawn to use them.
I’m grieving a stage of my life that I enjoyed and a part of me that felt free.
2/1/25
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