The ugly truth of unraveling: my two-year disaster of doing, undoing, doing more, and coming undone // My story of endless shape-shifting, hitting rock bottom, and finding true north
I get a feeling of magma rising through 10,000 years of layered strata. Pyroclastic flows scour old lands. Fire-flecked plumes puncture the sky. New lands rise from the sea.
Beth, I see so much of myself in your writing. Kindred achiever spirits in search of something else. I keep writing down that I want to be loved just for being…not for doing. I’m with you.
I get a feeling of magma rising through 10,000 years of layered strata. Pyroclastic flows scour old lands. Fire-flecked plumes puncture the sky. New lands rise from the sea.
Beth, I see so much of myself in your writing. Kindred achiever spirits in search of something else. I keep writing down that I want to be loved just for being…not for doing. I’m with you.
Thank you Allison -- now I must immediately read every word you've written. Isn't kind of magical how we can find each other like this??
This is pure perfection. Raw, real, and rips you open. Words I desperately needed to hear. Bravo my sweet friend.
Thank you my dear friend. Writing this one was a long exhale.