Can I get a witness?
See my suffering, see my confusion, my pain. Bear witness to this. Please don’t look away. It’s ugly and raw. The last couple months my heart has been heavy, grieving loss of what I thought was another chance at making a family with someone. I didn’t want to isolate and muster through. After starting to doubt if what I was experiencing was in my head or not, I desperately wanted—needed—to have someone bear witness to me. So the last couple months I drank coffee at kitchen tables, walked and hiked, went to a local concert, skateboarded and worked out with folks— some who have come into my life just within the past year—as I simultaneously forced myself to continue working towards my Unfurl Project and keep afloat through connection. I found a common thread: times of pain and questions - betrayal and loss. We want to pretend that if we find the secret steps we’ll find a path without pain, but it doesn’t...
