Incompetent

Where do you start, when you have been living in hell? Every single little step matters.  Getting out of bed, washing your face, hugging your child... I may not be where I want to be in this life, but I am going to get there.  If you are struggling, I see you.  If you are sad, I feel you. If you are full of grief, I grieve with you.  I could not have been able to get out, without the support of many.  I believe that some souls come into our life to enhance our manifestation. They give you courage, and hope.  They hold you up, and brace you, when you feel you have collapsed.  They cheer you on, even when you feel as though there is nothing to cheer for.  And the ones who have left this earth before us, they are guiding us, as well. They are shining a light in darkness, so you can see your way out.  Heres to the ones who are there with us through the thick of it!

I am trying to figure out where I am going, in so many different ways right now.  To say that I am unsure and afraid is a complete understatement. For a little over a year now, I have been working on figuring out who I am, what I want, what I need.. I have made some harsh choices in my life, and have experienced some incredibly tough losses.  Trusting myself is difficult. I’m terribly afraid of making the wrong choices, again.  Even when something seems so right, I’m doubting it. It cannot be true, or real. Or, maybe I truly do not deserve it.  I am my own worst enemy, when I should be my own best friend. Especially now, when I need it the most.  Working on all of the things. Slowly, but surely.