I am a mess.
I keep trying to look for something that
is going to help me to feel “normal” again.
I am in a fog.
I am 2 steps forward, 2 steps back.
I have been emotionally injured.
I have an emotional injury.
My inner critic is very mean.
My inner critic makes me cry,
and believe that I am pathetic,
and beyond repair.
I can’t accept that though.
I don’t accept that.
The part of me that doesn’t accept that
is the real me, the authentic me.
The part that kept her self hidden from danger.
She’s still in there,
but she isn’t sure
it’s safe to come out yet.