I don’t know what to say. But I would like to say something. Adopted hideaway means that life hurts, and I don’t hide from that fact. I try to embrace my pain. I write stories about my pain, I take ownership of it, I create art out of it, I cope, I persevere, and I survive.
Amateur dream-catcher. This means I dream big. I dream of love, safety, and security. And every day I work to make those dreams a reality. This means loving myself fully and finding my tribe.
Finally, I am a mother of tears, which means that I cry with every version of myself. There is much to grieve and much to be grateful for. If you cannot tend to yourself, how will you tend to others?