Voice

You are nothing. You are too much. Nobody wants to hear from you. Nothing you say matters. Nobody. Wants. To. Hear. From. You. It’s the harmony of different voices and different people over the years crystalizing into one overwhelming crescendo.

Stop! My internal scream leaves everything silent. My own thoughts deaden. The crescendo abruptly halts. I matter. My voice matters.

Ember of Self-Love

And the answer came like a small ember: I did love that broken, “hateable” version of myself. And yes I was worth loving even then. And I was more than that failure, even then, when I was in the middle of it.

This small ember of pure self-love was something I’d never had before. That ember has since grown into a roaring flame.