For a great deal of my life I have questioned whether I was deserving. Deserving of love. Deserving of care. Deserving of the life I was given.
Difficult feeling pass the physical pain. Hearing beyond the insults and carrying the shame.
I ponder a bit too much. I shut down from the world feeling frustration. I carry a deep sadness from lost and disconnection.
I gave myself permission to feel a while ago and I cried my last tear. I am highly observant and discerning of energy.
To the same extent, emotionally numb and defensive. I have to care for me. I have to protect me.
I believe in me. I trust me. I am passionate and caring. I am only who I declare I am.