“Sometimes I forget you’re human.”
I could barely hear the words because I was lost in my own head. This morning, I started the day crying because I was filled to the top. I needed to cry. I needed to be upset. I needed him to *let* me be upset instead of trying push me to feel better instantly.
Wounds need to heal. I deal with pain better if I let myself feel it. Maybe that’s a fault but it’s also the only way to completely heal.
Since last night, I’ve been planning, budgeting, trying to make it all work. As the Boy and I are merging our lives together, I need to deal with certain things on my own. This is who I am.
Sometimes, people around me forget that I’m human. I’m flattered and amazed at how strong people see me. People that I respect and look up to reach out to me to tell me that I’m courageous and have my head together.
The key, though, is to let me be human.
Underneath that strength, I still have the usual emotions that everyone has to deal with…Do I function fine and still keep moving forward even when I have tears ready to roll down at any given moment? Sure.
That doesn’t mean I won’t ever let the tears roll.
I understand how that is difficult for people who care about me to see. We’re fixers.
We want to fix problems but sometimes…the only way to fix things is to let it go.
Even if it’s for a day.
I’m surrounded by love, respect and trust , for which I am endlessly grateful.
They have to have boundaries.
Love me enough to let me be human.
Respect me enough to give me the space I need to work through the pain.
Trust me to come to you for a hug (whether it’s physical or mental) when I’m ready.
I may be Supergirl 2.0 but even I have to take off my cape once in a while.