vulnerability - By Brittany Tasesa

A Father’s Love

And it turns out, it is not so small after all, it is not as healed as I pretended, it is not as minor as I had hoped. And it really fucking hurts.

I’m all for holding space for others to be vulnerable and encouraging this, yet I realised I rarely let my guard down myself.

But the other day I started crying in the shower. I’m not even sure why. I let myself cry and I let myself feel and when I was ready I let it go.