Right now, my truth is this: I am scared as fuck to be an adult. I feel like I’m faking it, and I have lost my sense of knowing what my purpose is here on Earth. I want to run away. I want to be held in the arms of the man I love until everything disappears. I worry about being judged in speaking this way, that I should be putting on a brave face and soldiering on. I am scared to be alone, I am scared I don’t know how to survive, and mostly, I am scared that nothing matters.
Half an hour later, I am feeling more balanced and able to cope. I see that I need sleep, and I am grateful to myself for speaking my truth – doing so propels me through the feelings, into a new space and a new perspective.