I know I am not the only one to feel like a square peg trying to fit a round hole. When I write I try to be witty. I try to be a writer that people want to follow and read. I try to be an inspiration. But maybe I am doing it wrong.
This process of growth and discovery after abuse is rough! There are good days and bad. There are times that I feel strong and prepared to tackle the day and still there are days that I am pissed off and the hand I was dealt. I still mourn too. My father has been dead a year and some days I still struggle to forgive him for abusing me. Some days I still want to punch him in the face and yell and kick and scream for what he did.
I get that this is a journey and not a destination. So forgive me that my posts will not always be roses and sunshine. These are raw emotion and no amount of wit or sarcasm can soothe them some days.
It is important too to be my square self. Squares are important. Foundations are squares, because they are strong and can carry the weight. Circles are holes that let things fall right through.