Tears rolling down my face has become my norm. I cry because I need to release the pains of the day. I hurt from the wounds of a friend. I smile at the thought of a new adventure.
I feel.
In the busyness of life we tend to stop feeling. Raising children, holding the marriage together, or even working at a job we can’t stand; numbs us from the feelings of life.
You have permission.
You have permission to feel love again, to feel betrayed, to feel loss, or to even feel joy and it’s ok.
Allow yourself to feel again.
Much love,
Black Mama
Black Mama Chronicles 