The worst part of it all was not knowing where it was all coming from, not knowing what on earth was happening to me.
Why do we never speak about the way we feel and why do we compress issues so repetitively because we think we’re wrong or lesser than others? Why do we just assume that everyone around us knows better, or rather knows better for us. Surely we know what’s best for ourselves and we each have our intuition to steer us further on in our individual journeys, these stories that we’re writing.