I’m apologizing too much. For me. For other people. For actions, feelings, and thoughts. Real and Imagined.
Time to be quiet. Time to pull back. When I feel the need to apologize for who and what I put out into the world then I know it’s time to stop. Time to pause.
My sick bed was a cage. I’m up from the sick bed and still in a cage. Wingtips brushed bars I didn’t know were there. I don’t know how to get out.
Time to get help.