03/17/2026
Tonight I cried.
That doesn’t come easily for me these days.
The emotions rose up strong-
sorrow, impending grief, fear of the unknown,
the ache of change…
of leaving behind everything I’ve known as an adult.
Sadness over friendships, leaving my adult children
time lost,
and wounds that still linger.
I just want to be held.
The safe, platonic, but skin-to-skin kind;
the “I’ve got you… relax” kind of being held.
And the reality is…
I don’t have that tonight.
Pain doesn’t pick convenience.
It picks need.
The need to surface,
to be felt,
to be released.
So I sit…
reflecting,
working through this tornado of emotions
swirling deep in my gut.
And maybe tonight…
holding myself
is enough.
And somewhere in all of this…
I am still becoming.
