When that happens, when all the trees come together, it paints the most beautiful of forests, planted in unity and colored in hues of depth and understanding.
The telling of a story and being able to fully own it are separate, and bridging that gap can be difficult.
Somehow I was supposed to fit into this web of cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents that had already been well woven.
I wanted God to love me, but I also wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my true self.
I equated family to having a mom and dad, but what I didn’t understand was that love created the family, regardless of who was fulfilling that for me.
I’m ready to trade in the anxiety, panic attacks, and sleepless nights for reassurance, peace, and restfulness.