I know I’m not perfect and I know I’m wired for struggle and worthy for love and belonging.

I know I cannot selectively numb emotions.

So I’m letting myself be seen, deeply seen, vulnerably seen.

This is the only way to love with my whole heart even if it is no guarantee.


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