The nights are my friends. Crying being shit up by the sad music in the background.

My body is expressing itself in issues because of my repressed emotions. I want to deal, but is not overnight ... takes time, but my personality wants it fixed by the day.

Carrying the pain and grief of being the one to break the ancestral lineage. Awaken and fight against all the trauma (mine and not mine), swallow the pride, and setting some boundaries. Escape from the shadow work, but then the ego strikes quick and hard.

Coincidences after coincidences, insights. Waves of production and procrastination. Ringing in the ears, body aches, exhaustion. 

Being the wild woman that got out of the cage, that cut the chains with deep roots. That the long path is just starting. Figuring out by herself how to deal with the trauma, the energy around, the mirroring, the growing, the path.