I’m not going to lie. My 20s were shit.
Like I’m falling into this deep hole & can’t fathom a way out of kind of shit.
Like how did my life get so fucked up kind of shit.
Like I realize I wasn’t the happiest in high school but where did this eating disorder, self-injury version of myself come from kind of shit.
Like I’m trying to find a way out of this but I’m lost & ashamed & no one can know kind of shit.
Like I just got laid off & don’t know what the fuck I wanna be kind of shit.
Like I guess I’m getting better but still feel like everyone knows something I don’t know kind of shit.
Like two steps forward, three steps back kind of shit.
Like I just got myself into a shit tone of debt kind of shit.
Like I’ve made mistakes trusting the wrong people kind of shit.
Like I could have let break me but I fought my way through it kind of shit.
Like looking at how far I’ve come is amazing kind of shit.
Like I want to reach out & help others know there is a way out kind of shit.
Shit that’s made me understand we are stronger than we think.
We got this.
Fuck the shit.
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Starting with this week’s post, I’m introducing an element that has helped me find the beauty in being myself: music. At the end of each post I will be featuring a song we can rock out to, cry to, dance to, sing along with, or just help us through our crazy, beautiful lives.
This week’s song is a personal favorite of mine. An anthem to those of us who have felt/feel lost but still get up to fight.
“You can’t, you can’t kill us”