"The times I have the most to say are the times I can't talk"
I feel perplexed by the truth and frequency of this statement. I wish I could find the right words when they are truly needed. Words that do not sound insensitive or a jumbled mess. It always seems to take me far too long to unclutter my head enough to find the source of my muteness and to open up. Most people are not patient enough to stick around long enough to hear those deep vulnerable parts. The spoken word has never been my friend.
My life has been on an emotional roller coaster for the past year and a half. There are moments that I am able to quite my mind, look at fears, and come to the realization that this journey, this soul path that I have embarked on, is exactly where I need to be. That in this journey I will become strong. I can't wiggle back into that former skin that no longer fits. Even though I have been running into road blocks, such as my hysterectomy, the path is still there... and I long to sprint down it fearlessly.