It’s ok to fall apart.
Go ahead. Let yourself fall into sharp, painful bits all over the floor.
It’s ok to wonder if you will ever get out of this mess, if you will ever make it through the mountain of bills, if you will ever know what the hell you are doing.
It’s ok to wish that you had a different life. It’s ok to wish that you were waking up to a fridge full of fresh greens and a hot yoga class in an hour.
It’s ok to want things. It’s ok to want a new bra or a pair of shoes or a pretty haircut. Or a life where you get paid handsomely for your gifts.
You have gifts. It’s ok to not see them right now.
It’s ok to want to drop everything and run and hide behind your mother’s leg.
Collapse. Fall. Wrap your arms around your knees and bury your head.
Cry. Wail. Let the ache of your chest and the thud in your stomach rise up and catch a note of unimaginable proportions. Let that unrecognizable sound out.
Say it. Say all those things inside your head and heart out loud. Put your words to music. Let them pour out in notes of anger, fear, regret, and disappointment.
Be here for as long as you need. Let you butt go numb for sitting on the floor so long. Let your nose ooze ridiculous amounts of sadness. Let your body go cold with worry and exhaustion from holding it in.
It’s ok to be here as you are right now.
As bad as it may seem, you are enough.
As you are.
You are enough.
You are worthy.