You’re Just Not There Yet
Are you listening?
Good. Now lean in because…
What I say. What I write. What I believe.
I know it does. Because it makes you relate to me.
It makes you look within yourself.It makes you look at those parts of you that you believe
It makes you look at those parts of you that you believe are right.
It makes you look at the parts of you that you don’t believe are true.
It makes you realize that the path that you have been on isn’t for your highest good.
It triggers your ego.
It makes your ego tell you that all that I am and all that I stand for is wrong.
That I have not a clue.
Even though deep down, in your soul, at a cellular level… you know that what I have to say means something.
It means something to you.
I am reflecting you.
As I talk about
…and am open about
…and am willing to be
raw and vulnerable and completely fucking honest with myself and the world and you…
I trigger you.
I mirror you.
You see yourself in me. But you’re not ready.
You’re not ready to see in yourself what I see in you.
You’re not ready to shift. You’re not ready to be honest with yourself.
You’re not ready to know that there’s another way.
An easier way.
A more beautiful existence.
You’re not ready to love yourself.
You’re not ready to be free.
Of your hatred.
Of the lies you tell yourself.
That you tell me about you.
And that’s okay, love.
Because I do.
I love you.
I love who you are at your core.
I love you.
Without the mask. Under the facade. Beyond your own understanding of yourself.
Because you are me.
You are who I used to be.
And I know who you are underneath it all.
The real you. The loving you. The gentle, kind you.
The you that was hurt.
The you that has been through unimaginable pain and trauma.
The you that you hide from the world to keep you safe.
But hiding, my love, will not heal you.
And that is what you want more than anything. You want to heal. You want to be healed.
You desire love so great it’s fucking scary to think about.
But when you are alone. At night. In those moments you are drifting off to sleep. You are being completely honest with yourself when your heart says to your head…
… love me.
Please. Just love me as I am. All that I am. I deserve love too.
From my soul to yours,