My face feels as damaged as my soul. I got into a car accident the other night that could have killed me. I’m lucky and grateful it didn’t.
I was having a conversation with someone the other day about who they are and their reasoning for being a sarcastic ass (in the best way possible, in fact, I love them for being that way). He said, “I was the kid that should have gotten punched in the face a thousand times but never did.”
I believe that everything that happens to us is deserved. I believe I needed my punch in the face and I need to wear my mistakes to learn from them. It’s easy to hide your problems and faults through lies, makeup and filters.
No make up, no filters, no hiding. Just a black eye and a heavy heart. Shifting to the next phase isn’t always easy nor are you always ready for it, but it comes when you need it.
How long until I can invert?