#returning to self

[notesfromfebruary]

📓 journal prompt #3 :

“who am i when i’m not performing for anyone?”

sit with that. even if the answer’s quiet.

you’re still in there. always have been.

🌒 gently finding our way back.

(P.S. - there are days i feel like a stranger in my own skin.

not sad. not okay. not broken. just… not me.

and i can’t explain it.

like i’ve been running so long,

i forgot who i was before the sprint.

maybe you feel that too.

maybe you’re not lost.

maybe you’re just slowly returning

to a version of you that wasn’t built in survival mode. )

[1introvertedsage]

Read here.

[eligos-venator]

“Rejoice, for terrible things are about to occur.”

[Returning to Self - pt2 | pt1 ]

[eligos-venator]

“That was foul. But it’ll be well worth it.”

[Returning to Self - pt1 | pt2 ]

[what-the-wind-carries]

I shall visit, rest my head upon the shores of my being, and watch as the wind carries it away, the canyon returning it back to me.

[herdarkandquietspace]

[haveacupofjohanny]

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