fixated

sometimes i get quiet.

it's unnerving to people because "quiet" is not a word used to describe me. i put on a good front. i play brave. but inside, i fight my demons. they prey on my insecurities. and lately, i've been feeling insecure.

i'm my own worst critic. i wish i could be as kind to myself as i am to other people. even perfect strangers often get more compassion from me than i do. i wrestle with feeling like enough. i struggle to feel worthy.

i think i'd like to feel different but i'm so used to this...

"a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of little minds." -emerson