I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’ve been lost from myself so long that I just now found myself again. I’m sorry that I am still not whole. I’m sorry that I am still learning to say no. I’m sorry that I can’t show up the way I want to yet. I’m sorry that I make things difficult for you. I’m sorry I can’t always be present entirely. I’m sorry that I talk too much. I’m sorry that I don’t have the right words. I’m sorry that I am not anyone’s best friend. I’m sorry I’ve had difficulty showing up for myself and I finally realize that I’ve isolated myself so far. I’m sorry I’m not enough. I’m not even enough for me.
I made soup. And remembered it! How exciting. This is when I am thankful for how far I’ve come. I remembered the leftovers that I had in the fridge, I remembered. Before it was too late! I’m about to eat soup. Soup that a better version of myself made for me, just a few days ago. Thanks, me. For being kind, and having faith in me that I could make extra food and it wouldn’t go to waste. I made soup, And I’m going to eat it again. How exciting, It’s the little things.