Entry 2 | January 16, 2021
"Honest"
written word by Alexandria Chavez
Today feels different. With each minute that passes, I am struck with the complexity of my own emotions that are floating within me, waiting for their turn to be excused from my body. As I sit with my ever-changing emotions, I feel safe....
I feel safe to be sad; To be angry.
I am not bad. I am healing.
Only I can give myself permission to sulk in the honesty of my own shedding.
This process feels delicate, and I. Fragile.
As I move out of the body that was once my home, I realize that it holds the only understanding I ever knew about myself.
As I become more naked....more stripped of the layers that once protected me, I realize that I am more than I once thought. I am good.
Today, I am compassionate & forgiving of myself.
Today, I am honest.