The correct response to this is the hug I’m aching to give you! I value you and your honesty.

Trauma keeps us locked in these painful patterns that are maintained only through lies it tell us. But the lies are safe and familiar. They feel like they protect us.

In a just world, the world we want to leave in our wake, your joy should be worth as much as your sadness. As an artist and an individual. Don’t cut yourself into pieces so that others can consume you more easily. Come with your whole sad/happy/goofy/tragic/lovely self or don’t come at all.

If all of you doesn’t fit in the room, find a new room.

It’s far easier said than done though, isn’t it :) ❤️