Some days there are just too many thoughts to think about. But this evening my recovering codependent mind seemed to settle after penning this little poem.
You see, once upon a time, I was a great contortionist. I could be anything anybody needed me to be. And I thought that was what I needed to do. Until one day I realized that I had to be honest about who I was and how being who everyone wanted me to be wasn’t actually helping anything. It was enabling everything.
And so somehow, on a day I can’t quite remember, I stopped contorting myself to fit into other people’s boxes. Because no matter how hard I tried, I never fit anyway. Instead, I allowed myself to feel how I wanted to feel and began listening to how it felt. And how I felt was free.