There are some posts that I write that make me feel a bit queasy when I publish them. I am already feeling that about this one, and I haven’t even written it yet.

I feel an unsettling inside of me. Like the real me is trying so desperately to emerge from this cocoon held together by the me that I thought I was – the me that I tried to be – the me that no longer feels like me.

Do you feel this way, too?

As hard as this authentic me has been pushing through the barriers – wading More