Today, I feel myself. Not perfectly. Not loudly. Not without fear. But truly.
And you don’t need to excavate everything at once. Just put your hand on your chest today and say, “I’m in here somewhere. And I’m coming back.” i feel myself ifm
At first, the answers were terrifying. “I don’t know” was the reply to almost everything. But slowly, softly, preferences emerged. A love for rainy afternoons and thick sweaters. A distaste for small talk that drains my soul. A weird, nerdy passion for the way light hits water. Today, I feel myself
There is a phrase that has been echoing in my chest lately. It’s not loud. It’s not a victory chant or a social media caption. It’s softer than that. It’s a whisper of relief. Not without fear
I felt fragments. I felt anxiety. I felt exhaustion. I felt a desperate need to be liked. But I did not feel myself . That specific, grounded sense of "oh, right, this is me" was missing. In its place was a collage of other people’s expectations, preferences, and emotional weather patterns. Finding yourself isn’t a treasure hunt. It’s an archaeological dig. You have to brush away the dirt of “shoulds”—you should be happier, thinner, more productive, more outgoing, more settled. You have to trowel past the layers of old hurt and other people’s opinions.