I spent the evening talking out a lot of stuff.
The word “stuff” is definitely a chosen word,
As I don’t know how to describe any discretion of my feelings .
It’s difficult & deep, mainly realisations of how I have made massive mistakes, mistakes that only I can actually acknowledge, but with that there are no excuses .
So my friend suggested I wrote a letter to myself, maybe this a letter.
I would think more it is a way of understanding myself, I just wrote that?? But I don’t believe I can understand, I think just process & what ?
I have not had a deep conversation like that in years really years.
Does it make changes ?
I again don’t know?
I needed to write, as it’s safe, there is no right or wrong, I just wrk& not over think.
I do have say .
I love my children.
My talk tonight came with a plate full of guilt.
I accept and it feels painful, I’m also writing this , with no huge information to share (yet) as the people I need to hug & talk with need that first.
I love writing , I love trying to make others understand that actually we all have things deep in are hearts.
We really do.
This a something- with no beginning or big ending.
It’s just I know that one of you w read this & it will mean something , I have had this space & it means something most of all to me
About the Creator
Charlotte Emma Ce
A new a few & the the unforgiving ivory tower
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