Breaking My Own Heart for Healing
The Unexpected Freedom in Vulnerability
⚠️ This blog post contains some adult language. If that’s not your thing, feel free to skip this one or proceed with caution
“Why the fuck did I do that?” I randomly exclaimed for about 3 days. Periodically substituted with, “I can’t believe I did that!” I had just pushed send on a message where I laid my heart bare, not knowing how it would be received. My words echoed in my mind, “I don’t like living in a world where you aren’t a part of my life.” In that declaration I was my most honest and vulnerable. It not only indicated the intrinsic value that I placed on a person outside of myself, but it went against every girl power anthem I bopped to since the beginning of my existence. This wasn’t a cheesy rom com where a carefully crafted love letter would end in a happily ever after. This was my life and my very real feelings, about a very real person. I was scared as fuck.
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Becoming Moken to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.