As usual, the depth to which you express your feelings and inner truths have struck me to the core. You shine light on the paths that even I have a hard time fully seeing in myself at times. Anxiety can definitely be a frenemie. Sometimes I value her and learn with her; sometimes I want her to give me some damn space.
& wow the part about being raised in a “perfect storm” really hits home. So much of my teens and 20s have been an identity crisis designed by the influence of two polar opposite parents.
You are a remarkable soul June and your writing has brought a sense of solidarity that I haven’t found yet in this context until now.🪻
P.s. I loved my stuffed animals too and I’ve found my way back to having a few special ones that I currently keep on my couch 🧸🎀
😭😭😭😭 I always get conflicted when people resonate because I’m like noo sad for you too but then I’m so unbelievably grateful to have my words responded to in this way. If I can help anyone see their path more clearly and with more validity, my heart is full!
Oh I totally get that. It would seem contradictory but the reality is it helps me connect my own dots and stay in tune! It also makes me feel like I’m okay and not going crazy 🥹
utterly perfect as always... "Even I have grown accustomed to dismissing my inner child. Her needs are tired and stale. Her whining is exasperating. Her interests are inane. And too often she asks me to rehash old wounds." <3
This is beautiful. It felt like I was being held while reading something pulled straight from my own soul—like meeting my younger self again. In a way, it even felt like reading words from a younger twin, emotionally speaking. I related to so much of this, but I don’t want to end up quoting nearly the entire poem !!
Such a personal piece and unique way of writing! The “Who am I to be so unhappy?” Hits so close to home! I also had terrible anxiety as a kid and never the type of family able to help, though nothing was ever really inherently wrong. This puts a lot of light on similar situations. Great work!
I am so sorry you felt this way when you deserved so much to be seen and held and reminded that it will all be okay. I am glad you see some of that reflected here, though! 🩷
I feel like I am repeating myself June, but I see so much of myself in your writing. The separated parents, feeling empty and broken, but not being able to complain because "I am so, so privileged".
Every piece of yours feels like home. Whilst i cannot relate to having separated parents, your words moved me so much. little me often comes out of the shadows, baby teeth bearing. keep writing <3
As an anxious child who also grew up in what can be called privilege and happiness, I felt I couldn’t really ever be sad; I could never dwell on the decisions made by my parents that inherently affected me.
This resulted in me growing into an anxious adult that desperately tried to keep my thought, opinions and dreams to myself. I still hope I’ll change someday.
It’s been so interesting being on the other side, worried we’re being too dismissive or overtly angry in front of our kid. I remember just feeling absolutely everything and I know my sweet son does, too. And I’m sure my baby does, too, as she watches everything we do, waiting for a reassuring smile to smile back. Thanks for sharing this piece.
Thank you for this. I totally resonate with the tornado piece of it.
I’m sorry to hear it but happy you related to my words 🩷
As usual, the depth to which you express your feelings and inner truths have struck me to the core. You shine light on the paths that even I have a hard time fully seeing in myself at times. Anxiety can definitely be a frenemie. Sometimes I value her and learn with her; sometimes I want her to give me some damn space.
& wow the part about being raised in a “perfect storm” really hits home. So much of my teens and 20s have been an identity crisis designed by the influence of two polar opposite parents.
You are a remarkable soul June and your writing has brought a sense of solidarity that I haven’t found yet in this context until now.🪻
P.s. I loved my stuffed animals too and I’ve found my way back to having a few special ones that I currently keep on my couch 🧸🎀
😭😭😭😭 I always get conflicted when people resonate because I’m like noo sad for you too but then I’m so unbelievably grateful to have my words responded to in this way. If I can help anyone see their path more clearly and with more validity, my heart is full!
Oh I totally get that. It would seem contradictory but the reality is it helps me connect my own dots and stay in tune! It also makes me feel like I’m okay and not going crazy 🥹
me too girl, if we’re going crazy at least we’re going together 🤝
Somehow that makes me feel empowered 🧚🏼♀️🦄✨ at least life isn’t boring
utterly perfect as always... "Even I have grown accustomed to dismissing my inner child. Her needs are tired and stale. Her whining is exasperating. Her interests are inane. And too often she asks me to rehash old wounds." <3
thank you sweet girl 🫶
This is beautiful. It felt like I was being held while reading something pulled straight from my own soul—like meeting my younger self again. In a way, it even felt like reading words from a younger twin, emotionally speaking. I related to so much of this, but I don’t want to end up quoting nearly the entire poem !!
You have a gift june 😭❤️
This really touched me, thank you soooo
Such a personal piece and unique way of writing! The “Who am I to be so unhappy?” Hits so close to home! I also had terrible anxiety as a kid and never the type of family able to help, though nothing was ever really inherently wrong. This puts a lot of light on similar situations. Great work!
I am so sorry you felt this way when you deserved so much to be seen and held and reminded that it will all be okay. I am glad you see some of that reflected here, though! 🩷
I feel like I am repeating myself June, but I see so much of myself in your writing. The separated parents, feeling empty and broken, but not being able to complain because "I am so, so privileged".
I am forever grateful to have found you here with my words, it’s so reassuring to know I’m not alone.
same here :) I will keep showing up and cheer you on!
“It’s only when you finally emerge into the grey murky waters of autonomy that you realize, wait, I was never taught how to swim”
this is so real
really what emerging to adulthood feels like haha
Every piece of yours feels like home. Whilst i cannot relate to having separated parents, your words moved me so much. little me often comes out of the shadows, baby teeth bearing. keep writing <3
she is fierce and lovely, may she find it safe someday to live fully in your light
June, your writing just cuts so deep.
As an anxious child who also grew up in what can be called privilege and happiness, I felt I couldn’t really ever be sad; I could never dwell on the decisions made by my parents that inherently affected me.
This resulted in me growing into an anxious adult that desperately tried to keep my thought, opinions and dreams to myself. I still hope I’ll change someday.
Thank you for this piece ❣️
we are kindred souls, Karin… I’m lucky to have found you here!
It’s been so interesting being on the other side, worried we’re being too dismissive or overtly angry in front of our kid. I remember just feeling absolutely everything and I know my sweet son does, too. And I’m sure my baby does, too, as she watches everything we do, waiting for a reassuring smile to smile back. Thanks for sharing this piece.