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.
I understand the struggle. You express it very well.
Thank you, I appreciate that.
The words don’t always come easily, but they are always raw and honest. 🩵
I feel you – freedom can feel like a distant dream when we’re struggling with inner turmoil and grief. It’s like being trapped in a cage with no key in sight.
But here’s the thing: you’re already taking the first step by acknowledging your feelings and wanting to break free. That takes so much courage. You got this, even if it doesn’t feel like it right now.
Self awareness is my strength, I’m very good at recognizing my weaknesses, and occasionally my strengths.
It’s what comes next, however, that I struggle with immensely. The taking action part and moving forward.
Freedom can feel so foreign for so many of us for so many different reasons. But it’s that push back, that drive…that “knowing we deserve more” that continues to push at least me.
I appreciate you and your words. I don’t always feel courageous, but I’ll always be honest.