These constant shifting mountains of sand are exhausting. Yet I still try to walk in some direction. Id just like everything to stand still so I could say, yes this is who I am & will stay this way & then move on. With a clear path, clear choice, clear voice.

But the sands are always changing & I can never tell what's next & I think for me, that's the worst. Not knowing how I'll feel or who I'll be.
I hate it. Truly hate it & I don't think I'll accept it about myself for a long time. But that's my own fight.
Tomorrow I'll probably hate that I wrote this.

Thanks for sharing.