Hello, DS world.
I have been here before - a long time and many years and seasons of my life ago. But so much has changed since then. I am not the same woman I was then.
To be honest, I am only just beginning to find the woman I am now.
To that end, I write. And I felt two things:
one, to join a support group for people struggling with anorexia and/or its cohabitating roommates, anxiety and depression. People struggling to rebuild and re-find themselves after trauma. People coming to terms with this whole being and becoming process. People like me who are just...learning to become. Again. Their own people. For the first time. Ever. An identity.
the second thing I felt, was moved to write. Freely. Poetically. Becommingly.
So, I did. And I began my journey on a page. And I let it bleed there and I'll let it live there. But I'd like to let you get to know it. Get to know my raw soul, bleeding on a page? Finding its passion and its breath and its identity for the first time - ever? And yet, also, again. Somehow.
Anyway, come know me? I want to know you too. And we will talk and dialogue with each other in the coming days and weeks ahead.
I love you all, already. We all love each other here. We're all in this together. Here you are, beautiful soul. And here, I am. Here we are - together. Becoming.
Please read? And please...come.
I really and truly look forward to getting to know all of you as the days go on and dialoging honestly about the messiness and how to navigate this thing together. <3 Hugs to all of you beautiful people.
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