thank god for love (this should have gone in my diary)

I might be a cynical romantic, but it’s hard to experience awe amidst all the other ugly shit happening in the world. Sitting with the messiness of mortal fallibility is a challenging endeavour. Because I fuck up a lot. But damn! I’m glad I have people in my life who choose to love me, anyway. I’ve been sitting with discomfort because part of my ~healing journey~ means embracing the wide spectrum of emotions instead of avoidance. When people hurt me, I used to be quicker to cutting them off...