resurrection.

I am waking up, after years in a constant daze. I’m waking up and suddenly I have this adult life that I have to figure out how to navigate. I’m waking up and the sudden onslaught of emotional intake is exhilarating and exhausting. So I go and I go and I rush and I try and I try until I crash and retreat, for a few days, into my protective shell until I remember what it’s like not to hide. I remember how much better it is, not to hide.

I don’t need to fear this. I don’t need to miss this.

Real life has feelings. They come and they go. They’re just feelings. I don’t have to be afraid.

Any day I’m alive means more time to keep trying. It doesn’t have to happen all at once, this resurrection.

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Author: rebekahkayosborn

I am attempting to capture the events, non-events, and thoughts about each, as they occur in the increasing busy-ness of life. As my professors always said "You might want to write this down." Who knows what could turn out to be important?

2 thoughts on “resurrection.”

  1. Your writings inspire me to be a little more open about my own anxiety and depression. I can empathize with you on the feelings of “waking” up and then trying to navigate a new life with new possibilities. Even if it is, in reality, the same life I’ve been living for years.

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