Finding myself, still lost in the fog, twisting and turning sometimes wandering off. I was somewhere in it, capturing the comfort, resting, convincing myself it was real.
A place that felt like it could transform me into the reality I seek…
It was surreal...
There was bliss, thrills, unspeakable revelations, a reality of it’s own proving hard core truths.
Something stood out…
But I stayed.
I soaked it all in, carving out what felt best, taking what worked and leaving the rest.
To me this was it. Nothing else needed to define my truth. Nothing else needed to carve my path.
Just this…
Persist in it, consist a bit, the magic is in the thick of it. Wrapped in mist that feels unreal, forcing lessons that quietly shifts the veil.
What once felt direction less, ultimately became a test. And every step I took, helped me stand tall in my awareness.
Perceptions twisted, zoomed in and spiritually modified. Sacred mirrors became horrors, I couldn’t make this up even if I tried. Seeing myself multiplied vividly as if I stepped into another timeline. What was unseen and appeared dream like, was treading between very thin lines.
Illusions became transparent, mirrors staring back at me.
Facing myself with self defense as if it wasn’t already me.
Exposing my image in brief, showing what I should have known, hinting I could change or stay the self I may need to outgrow.
But eventually over time it dawned on me, and some of my reflections faded, what expired for me might be a blessing to someone else, until they’re ready to change it.
I’m clinging to safety, and devoted to solace, but pulled between the spaces asking me to show up. Surrendering was never my first choice, letting go doesn’t just end at being enough.
Resolving it all made truth feel undefined and small. But maybe that’s a part of it, not the clarity but the becoming. Not the answers but the willingness to keep going even when the path disappears. Maybe finding myself was never about escaping the fog, but learning how to see within it.
Thank you for taking the time to read and share space with me. Your support turns these private reflections into something bigger than just my own process. If these words reach someone who needs them, even in a small way, then they’ve done their work.
One day at a time ❤
*Just to Express* 
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