Freedom is…well, it’s just that. It’s…the sense of being free.
Literally defined as “the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint.”
I don’t feel like I’m in a state of being free. I don’t feel as if I have the right to act, speak or think as I want without hindrance or restraint.
Quite the opposite, in fact.
I feel caged.
Despite all of extremely polarizing internal struggles that I’ve been experiencing….this week has been shockingly and suddenly incredibly triggering as well.
I’m having a hard time accepting things for what they are this week.
It’s grief in its finest fashion.
Grief so big that it knocks you out. Strips you of your freedom, and locks you in a cage.
This week has been difficult in an extremely multifaceted way. And one that I could never have possibly predicted.
I do feel caged.
But I’m also ready to bust the fucking lock open and break free. Break away from the grief, and strip myself of the burden of pain.
If only it were so easy.