In fact, I never wanted to be here.
I was almost a cot death at age 6 months. I ran out in front of a car at age 3 (they say it was a miracle I wasn’t hit). At 11 I began to shut down all my gifts. At 27 I was day drinking at 11am.
Every part of me whispered
“Let it go and become it”
“Weep as you let it return home and celebrate as you show them a bit more of YOU.“