It’s 12:32 am, and I can’t sleep. My thoughts are all over the place, and I don’t know if I want to ever be in love again. The idea is excellent, but to have the real authentic feeling scares me to death. Love is a big deal to me, and it means so much, but my heart is bruised, so even the thought makes me nauseous. I am happy in my life right now. There is no pressure to be anything other than what I am. I adore being a momma, sister, auntie, and grandma. I love being a good friend to those who value my friendship. I have hit the delete, unfollow, and remove follower buttons many times since last Spring. Getting toxic people out of my life gave me time to recover and grow. I feel like I am still on a journey, and I don’t know what my future holds. Right now, I am enjoying my life. Of course, I still have daily health struggles, but I am away from the negativity, so my mental health continues to improve each day. Maybe one day...I do hope to fall in love again.
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