Emptied Sorrow, Locked Doors

I’m tired. Emotionally and physically.

I don’t have much room in me to be vulnerable about what’s going on for me internally right now. A lot of it brings intense shame and it makes me feel selfish, so I’d rather keep it as a private process. It’s probably something I should process in therapy, but I don’t know if I can even let myself speak aloud about it.

Anyway, I still wanted to show up to my blog today, but I think this is as much as I can give for now.

That I’m in a place where sharing feels dangerous for me.

Author’s Note:

I didn’t want to disappear just because I don’t have the energy to open up right now.