I'm feeling extraordinarily vulnerable.
Winds of change are taking me. I'm caught up.
Staving off fear. Being brave. Being strong. Having faith.
I've been here before.
I feel so exposed saying these things. Being weak.
Vulnerable. Is that the best word?
Staving off pathetic, it's what I want most.
Is there strength in admitting your fears? Is there comfort in admitting you don't know? Is there hope in admitting you can only hope?
I need my granny. Comfort like that.
I need my girlfriends. Intervention like that.
I need to be taken care of. Nurture like that.
I hate admitting these feelings.
I'm vulnerable like that.
NaBloPoMo day 8
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I feel like that.
*HUG*
You've ALWAYS got me!
XO Piper. vulnerability bites. Yet if we can't become vulnerable we become hard which bites even more.
I know the feeling well. I've been feeling it very strongly these past few days. A hug is going out to you.
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