We cannot have the full experience, or see the entire picture, unless we are all accounted for. To put it plainly, we are all part of the same whole. No puzzle piece is better than another. No piece holds more worth. We are all vital.
I still do not know how this part of my own story unfolds. Whether I will be mother to children that I bear myself seems small in comparison to the realization that at a time when the world seems so fractured.
And isn’t it ironic, that all this time I couldn’t give you what it was that I had asked for? But believe me, I am listening now. And I’m sorry for targeting you as the one who caused my heart to spill blood.
Not believing in myself is my problem. Believing in myself is still something that takes constant work (practice!) to do with any consistency and I’ve been on this self-love journey for a while, y’all.