“Angie, you just gotta love yourself more,” they said.
“You just need to be willing to show up, be you, and be vulnerable,” they said.
“Follow your bliss and everything will be provided,” they said.
I close my eyes and I am haunted by images from last night’s nightmares and nothing they’ve said seems to be working out right. I toss, I turn, I grumble, I groan. And I question.
My heart broke wide open today with a longing and an aching so deep, I thought it would consume me. I didn’t understand it.
“Breathe,” they reminded me.
But I couldn’t.