authentic

The other day, my dad asked me how I was settling in at my new place.

I told him that I love living alone. Having my own space.

He said that living with the wrong person often feels lonelier than being alone.

And I told him it was true.

I am still grieving - but I am also healing.

And I may live alone - but I am not alone.

Because there are people in my life who want me around. Who enjoy my company - and want to be around me.

“I don’t spend

my time with anyone

who doesn’t think

I’m wonderful…”

It’s been a long time since I felt like I could be my authentic self with someone. But now… even when I’m struggling, feeling lost and adrift - I have never felt more myself than I have since I left.