I got my hopes up – and you let me down. So I’m blaming myself for doing it again, for allowing myself to get hurt again. I’ve taught myself how to protect me, how not to love. To keep a distance that felt safe.
But I got my hopes up again – and I’m realize that I am healing. That I’m allowing myself to feel again, to connect, to experience. And I’m hurt, but I’m proud. I’m one step closer to living a fuller life again, to where my safety stretches beyond the walls of my bedroom.
– and I realize that I am healing
The overthinking 