I’m still so terrified. I don’t use this term lightly. Therapy this week was earth shattering. So many things came up that I wish I could un-know, un-see, and not remember. Which I guess is why my brain made me forget in the first place. Now that all this terror has resurfaced I just don’t feel safe. I don’t feel safe to breathe.
Tomorrow I get on a plane to travel to the continent of Africa! This is amazing and I’m so grateful for this privilege but there’s a part of me that doesn’t want to go.
My brain hurts. My heart hurts. My mind hurts. Words hurt. I don’t understand why people hurt people.
I control nothing in life. I use to say “Stacey, you don’t have to hang the sun tomorrow.” Never ever have those words been truer than in my life today. I don’t have peace with this understanding, it’s just what I’m learning.
My son is the most amazing human being on the planet. We did absolutely nothing in the city that I love but it was completely perfect. I love my human.
I’ve been podcasting more than reading and I’m excited about two books that were recommended: Trust by Iyanla Vanzant &a Worthy by Nancy Levin
All the memories I created this week with my son.