He Would Wear His Care For Me Like A Cape

If my body was what broke

Some of the words I share here I wrote long ago, maybe years ago. Some are words I can recall feeling and screaming out loud to myself when I was alone in my car. Some may still ring true, and some may represent a past version of my reality. As I begin to open up more here about past relationships and deeply personal things, I ask that you do 3 things:

1. Please understand that the words I share here about people and relationships and myself are not meant to be a live look into my brain at this moment in time. They may be, but it’s very possible I’ve changed my perspective and opinion, or was presented with new information even since hitting “publish.”

2. Please hold space for nuance, the human experience, for personal evolutions and revolutions. Know that as I give myself grace and space to learn and grow, I am actively working to extend that same love to people in my life.

3. Please know that I am sharing the stories that I feel are mine to tell, and that is neither to convince you that I am a victim, nor to confess to you that I’m a monster. You may feel one or the other, or both, about me and that’s ok.