I haven’t felt like blogging. I felt exposed. I felt like I bared my soul and suddenly felt so vulnerable.
I interrupted my journey. I interrupted my recovery. I lost my direction.
This past week, someone shared their story with me. I could feel the desperation in her voice. I felt all of her pain.
It made me stop in my tracks. It made me see that my purpose hasn’t changed. I just failed to acknowledge it.
One particular memory that I shared with Mrs. A three weeks ago has stopped me in my tracks. I had never told anyone this event.
Again, I feel exposed. Again, I feel re-traumatized. But instead of processing the pain, I went into Super Girl mode. I’m so good at it.
Anyway, that’s where I’ve been. I want to come back but I don’t know how to let go of what has me locked. Maybe it’s grief? Maybe it’s anger? Maybe I don’t know what to call it.
Until next time – I am being MJ every day.