Let me fluff this pillow on this sofa and hold it close to my chest while I tell you about the month of April. This month damn near bussed my head in a wall and had me heaped up by the throat gasping for air. I mean it shook me up and sat me down then tried to spit on my crazy tail self.

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Come over here and take a seat. Yes, right here. I wanted to remind you that I am sure you understand we are in the digital age where everything is documented, shared, and dissected. It can feel like we are expected to explain ourselves facing every question. 

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Over the past weeks, I've been sharing pieces of my healing journey on a few of my social media platforms. I decided to be open about what I've made it through. Of course this is my side of my story, and everyone is entitled and welcomed to share their truth and role in my life story online, to others, and how ever they see fit. 

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 I am not hiding my face behind my face when I say this: “I’m a lover girl in her 30s.”

I used to feel like I had to tone that part of me down. I felt that being soft, romantic, or openly desiring love made me seem naïve after all the heartbreak I have encountered. Society often tells us to be cautious, guarded and remain with a plan while strategizing. 

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