I’ve come to the realization that I am TERRIFIED of change. 

I was/am terrified of the snake in my house. TERRIFIED.  And I have the huge fearful knot in my stomach over this breakup with a man who treats me absolute abominably.  I feel like I’m going to be sick again.  And it’s not because I miss him.  It’s because I realize I am going it alone and always have been.  I had a sense of security before, regardless of the fact that it was only an illusion I created. 

I see where my work lays.  Moving forward one baby step at a time. Gathering courage.