A New Start…

I lay in my bed with a heavy heart. I think about all the people that have come into my life, and all of those who left. I think about everything that I have done, and everything that I wish that I could redo.

There are so many things that I wish I could change about myself, but at the same time wish people could simply accept me for who I am. Maybe I am too broken to be to be accepted ? To be loved?

I’ve always tried to live life to fullest, and have the most fun that I can while I can. At the same time my heart grows heavy knowing I’m not young anymore and that reality is my clock is slowly running out.

I am in my thirties, I’m single, I’m alone. I keep hearing how being single can be incredible, it can be freeing, and I’ll enjoy it over time. The thing is I desperately crave just to be genuinely loved by someone.

Here’s the plan….

I’m going to be fasting from food, from people, and from anything that doesn’t bring joy into my life. I’m hoping at the end of this cleanse maybe ill finally be confident, happy, and at the very least at a place where I can finally learn to love myself.