I wish you could have seen the way my hands shook as I wrote my last post. For me, writer's block normally comes when there's something I need to say but I don't want to - and this post was probably the most difficult wrestling I've ever experienced. I wrote it angry. I wrote it with tears streaming down my face and my heart pumping heavily because I was (am) just so done with hiding. Even now, thinking of the words and the responses I received brings me close to tears. It's not okay. It's not okay there are so many of us walking around wounded and silenced. I get all shaky thinking about it. The fire in my bones light up and I imagine my eyes take on this other worldly glow.
Maybe you understand - maybe not. I just feel as if my heart shed her final mask last week and in return took the form of Phoenix and I just can't help but let her burn.
Those words - me stepping out to share my story - served as a catalyst in my own soul and I'm working through what it means for me here. I hear you. I've read your comments, seen your DM's and cried through the emails. You are not alone.
And your story still belongs at the table.