confessions of repressed parts freed.

Part of me died in those spaces, high on drugs, muted on snow and MC. Lost in a reality that acted as an extremely thick bubble wrap to what was really going on. The pain itself was too much for me to hold.

“I held our bleeding heart in my hand as another part gave it CPR. The beat was so incredibly faint. I was petrified”

“We’re so tired Danielle. So so tired… I need you to love me Danielle, fully. I need for all of us to remember that we’re whole and Divinely loved.”

My heart is back in place, where it belongs, I’m ok, I will be. I Am.