My father screamed while having a shave in the bathroom today. We rushed to check what happened and he asked us to thank God for his beauty 🤦🏾♂️. I don’t even know what to say because I and my brother act the same way.
I dream of never being called resilient again in my life.
I’m exhausted by strength. I want support. I want softness. I want ease. I want to be amongst kin. Not patted on the back for how well I take a hit. Or for how many.