When I was 18, he took his own life.
I was raised with a lot of love, and yet I feel abandoned. I understand this decision, but I also feel betrayed.
I feel blessed by the time we spend together, but at the same time lonely, because no one else can ever fill that spot in my life. Enduring the duality of emotions is, for me, the essence of authenticity.
Good and bad. Light and dark. Light and shadow.
Nothing is opposite each other - everything is next to each other.
The moment I accept both sides, I am allowed to be.
Maybe this is not perfect, but rather complete.
Completely me.
