I spent the week having what I thought was a psychotic break.
I guess it was in some ways.
It was a break from who I thought I was supposed to be.
It was a break from what I thought the world was supposed to look like.
It was a break from how much I thought I was supposed to feel and share.
What I came out of it with is that I AM NOT TOO MUCH.
I can be loved for every part of me.
I can even love every part of myself.
Monique, thank you for seeing me.
Thank you for loving the most absolutely horrific parts of me. Even when I couldn’t.
Thank you for helping me see that those parts are a gift.
And thank you for showing me that I can use those gifts to help others.