When I am lost or lonely or sad or overwhelmed, I read. Poetry as of late. Thugunicorn on Instagram is one of my favorites.
On a day where I am wrestling with how to put the next foot forward, what I have to offer, what I am even worthy of receiving, I stumble upon this.
And sometimes that reassurance from far, far off reminds you that even though you are in the midst of the most hellish of shit, you can still do and be and matter and are worthy.