i haven’t been writing much because my heart feels heavy, and it’s just not something i want to pour out here.
i make it through the day just fine, but then when i come back to my space… i feel like i need to explain why i am not being myself, or fully being honest or. i don’t even know.
i’m realising that while i feel lost in myself, i’m lost in everything else. letting dust collect on cameras, brushes, and writing…
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reading an entry from one of my blogging sister’s journal today, feeling so taken back. her words were of her own journey-but felt like they echoed the little voice in my head.
knowing that one day i will sit in her seat and have the same reflection over this time in my life.
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for the past six months i have been treating myself- to help my body heal and become a healthy space to create a healthy pregnancy. (edited to add: a previous year of unknown and weirded up… and six months with some healing meds.)
i suppose really i took the wrong idea to what the medication would ultimately be for. words thrown around giving me different expectations-when in reality, they were only meant to prepare and cleanse, not specifically to create.
and then my body decided to venture on her own path…and it didn’t make sense.
so now it’s just a different approach, with the same ideas in mind-only this time, on the journey of creating a safe space and healthy body… and a family.
if i’m going to be honest, i’ll tell you that i’m terrified.
terrified of all of it. of the entire picture. of the journey no matter how long or short, dark or light.
but it’s okay, i am okay with that feeling.
because standing on the edge of great things is terrifying. that feeling in your gut is necessary to feel the ecstasy later on…. that fear and anxiety-that path travelled with heaviness, can only become lighter.
that when we fight for things, we preserve and appreciate them more. like we can see colour for the first time. in fear, everything is black and white, but you don’t yet understand that… not until you see the delicious rainbow.
with any leap, you put your trust into your surroundings to hold you up. you put trust in yourself, but sometimes that’s not safe enough-so you entrust it in those around you.
…and that’s all i can do.
i’m sad, because i want to be able to simply put trust in myself, in my body.
i want to close my eyes and breathe lightly-and have confidence in my body on her own
but i understand that it’s okay to ask for help
and that when help is there, we should take it.
so i’m putting trust in the light that discovers the darkest of dark. i’m putting trust in my space and purpose here. i’m putting trust into the unknown and long journey ahead.
i’m learning to embrace my journey. wherever it takes me. to try to appreciate every step of it. to appreciate who i am today, and who i will be tomorrow. to know that i will eventually make it to the light.