A realized dream is to be able to convey a past without instigating a fear of those tumultuous places still lingering in the present. Potentially, in a best dream, to have other souls experiencing similar tumult, read and know they are not alone.
Because it was decided to take on a huge challenge and share the experience of these chaoses with one so near our introduction, a great trepidation of having left the sole reader raw by its emery, and fearful of future potential rearings has me curbed, though anxious to bring light to the present.
Its a given no one is entirely healed, and at times can slip back into patterns familiar and unhealthy. As of late floating on lofty notions of fascination and allure, the quiet beacon towards the sustainable was almost entirely blared over. Though, in recognition of what is required for one to take initiative into healthier lasting potential, it is hoped in writing this expression, the dip into the chaotic will be afforded some inkling of a saving grace.
Also, the eager lot within me sojourn into the hard facts of reality and come back steady and silent.
An amnesia of sorts, to get through these days without a heavy heart.
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