“I am Still Becoming”
“I’m Still Becoming.” A blog from a messy, healing, still-growing heart. It’s been a year. A whole year since I’ve written anything. Not because I didn’t want to but because I couldn’t. I didn’t have the strength, the words, the space in my heart to let anything out. I was full too full. Of pain, of exhaustion, of silence. You know how they say healing is not linear? Yeah, they’re right. It’s messy. And it hurts. And sometimes it makes you feel worse before it makes you feel better. I went through a heartbreak- not just a little heartbreak, but the kind that cracks your bones in places you didn’t know existed. Three years. Three whole years I poured my heart, my love, my time, my belief into someone, only to be left with a version of myself I didn’t recognize anymore. It didn’t just break my heart- it broke me. I lost my appetite for joy, but found an endless hunger for comfort. I stress-ate like food could fill the emotional holes inside me. And maybe for a while, ...