I need to stop looking at the tragedies of the world. It isn’t helping me at all. It’s making me more depressed.
Women’s rights, racism, war, on and on……. so much of the world seems under attack.
I need to refocus. I can only do what I can do.
I don’t expect people to like or even understand me. I barely can figure myself out sometimes.
I’m trying to bring authenticity and compassion into this world. It is a difficult moment to moment challenge, never futile, but being a fallible human being it is not always possible either. Sometimes I fail miserably. But this is me trying.
I wish I could form a Meetup that just centered around feelings. Like a hug circle group, a crying circle group, a grief circle group. Every week a new emotion to embrace together. There is room for more solemn communion in this world. We need more connection and it isn’t always pretty, but if it can be authentic……. well…. that’s a good start.
I need to be held. I need to be fucked. I need to be replenished. I’m having a hard time finding that for myself right now. 😣😣😣