I have been extra emotional lately. Everything makes me want to cry. I’m questioning so much about my life too. I’m wondering if I should stay the course or flip the script entirely. I’m trying to picture the next few years, and I’m coming up blank. I’ve been feeling low, and there have been times when my thoughts land me back in some pretty dark places. I feel like I’m a huge mess, and my “flight” instincts are just choppin’ at the bit. Somedays, I can’t stand what’s going on in my head, and it takes some melatonin to quiet it. When I write, it’s just these bursts of emotions that I manage to quickly jot down. I have about four “word vomit” posts drafted, but they’re a scattered mess of thoughts that I can’t seem to piece together. Maybe soon, I’ll decipher them enough to put them on here. Today is not the day, though.
So, instead, I just want to share a lovely little prose by Morgan Harper Nichols. I came across it the other day while scrolling through Pinterest, and it stopped me in my tracks. I sat there, reading it over and over. I felt like someone was giving me a hug, and then I cried. Of course. And weirdly, I felt a bit seen.
📷: Morgan Harper Nichols’ “The Storyteller App”
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