Dear Navia,
I don’t know where to begin. This all sounded so much easier in my head than it really is. Write a letter to myself. I feel weird. Like I’m talking, writing, to me when I can just think it in my head. I guess that’s the purpose though, to remove the head and just express what I feel.
What do I feel?
Sometimes, it’s an emptiness that consumes me. As if I’m alone in this world, trying to figure out how to swim upstream when I have hundreds of hands on the shore willing to help me. I’m blind to them. Blind to the help because I think I live easier with the struggle, it seems to fuel me. Maybe I’m afraid to heal completely because I don’t know what will be of my life then. They say when you treat one aspect another pops up, so you can slowly release it all until you’re truly fre
