moving forward is hard.
and standing in one place feels like I’m being shoved backwards.
there are days when I want to stay in bed with my head under the covers.
or I wish I were my cat.
and my strength feels buried under too many layers to access.
and it’s easier to acknowledge other people’s angels.
Sometimes
it’s hard to get out of my own way.
and being a healer feels like the hardest job on the planet.
and holding space for others is exhausting.
and holding up a mirror to myself is a daunting task for which i feel ill-prepared.
these are the times I need to remember that I am HELD.
and that allowing myself to be held propels me forward.
and my vulnerability is my greatest strength.
the edges of myself 