Who am I?
"A human being, why?"
Why am I here?
"To experience life, love, pain, and to hold what you cherish dear."
Who am I here to be?
"Just me."
Why is my path so challenging?
"Because I have been given an opportunity for deep growth and balancing."
Is it supposed to be this hard for me?
"If it was easy you would not have such deep transformation, just let yourself be."
Am I ever going to figure all of these things out?
"Maybe, maybe not. There is no point to pout."
The Struggle Is Real.
"It's time to let yourself heal."
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer. Small steps but this is my start! Please help me by commenting your feedback, I'd be grateful!
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