I’ve been there too many times to count. But I’m so aware of it now, I know what I need to do before I get too caught up. Before I get lost, again. I’ve promised to never lose her again and I meant it. She’s been sending me signs, that I wasn’t quite seeing. But I heard her cries loud and clear. There’s nothing wrong with a reset. There’s nothing wrong with a step back. There’s nothing wrong with taking time to be with you.
To rekindle. To recalibrate. To reconnect. To recreate. To rebirth.
Do it as many times as you need to.
Go within. Love is there. Listen closely. Hold on tight. Love with all your might.
It took years and hard work to love all of me. Every single part. When I wrote this poem (2017), I was in a bad depressive episode. Few knew it, I was a high functioning depressive. I seriously remember wanting to escape from the world and I didn’t know how to get myself right. For the first time, I was also experiencing anxiety attacks. I was prescribed meds that I didn’t like. They helped with sleep, but I was not me. And I so desperately just wanted to be me. The real me who got lost along the way of a destructive and unnecessary “relationships” and near death experiences, all while still dealing with extreme grief.
But I made it out. I focused on small steps and eventually found my abandoned heart. I picked her up and nutured her back. It took three years to find true healing and love within myself. The journey still continues, but both sides of me are balanced and working together this time. We aren’t losing each other ever again.
I’m happy I chose me, every single day.
Choose you too. ♡
She Deserves Your Love
You love the happy and goofy
But, dear Lindsey
Don’t forget to love the insecure and depressed you