I’m sorry if I ever gave anybody the impression that I might still be the person I was yesterday.
I may have metaphorically fallen to my knees last night and cried over people who weren’t deserving. I may have felt a deep hole in the place of the purpose I once felt so deeply.
I may have revealed myself like that to you, vulnerable and sad and hollow.
But then this morning, when I woke up before the sun, I felt the silence of a brand new start wash over me, and I felt peace. I Felt daring.
I felt, better.

I may have momentary lapses in my (often not so sensible) judgement. But sadness, confusion, hurt, is all too human. And constantly being happy is something I haven’t yet found to be true for anybody.

So I won’t be sorry for being too honest, or too forward, or too unguarded. I will, however, say I’m sorry to anybody who is under the impression that I am a Damsel in need of saving, or that I am drowning myself in whiskey, or that I’m damaged, just because I wear my truth like a favorite shirt. I’m sorry If anybody is under the impression that I am going anywhere but up.

So please don’t be surprised if you see me and I am radiant. If I am defiantly standing up to the same sadness that held me under water only weeks or days or hours ago. I‘m not who I was, I am only who I am.