I’m going through university photos and giggling at how much I loved the really dark moody filters during that time. I put them on everything.

Today it hasn’t felt scary to look back like it usually does.

I’ve been writing about all of it and I decided it’s okay.

Things happened and it’s okay.

It was dark and I leaned into it and sometimes I fought it

but mostly lately I’ve been afraid of remembering

because I’ve been afraid of feeling too much and being alone to feel.

But I am never alone, even when it feels like I am.

It is safe to look back and see the darkness in certain memories and just let them be what they were. That’s just honest.