|I’m overwhelmed by how much of my father I see in myself, if only superficially, in this shot. Dad, I miss you.|
I used to be the passenger, while I let other people drive my life for me, through my inability to let myself feel, through my inability to submit to the vulnerability.
I’m different now. “I am the passenger” is no longer a theme for my life. I am in control, even when I am vulnerable, and feel scared: I know that I can survive, I can make it through and be part of the solution, healing myself.
I am strong enough to admit I am weak and imperfect. And I feel fine…but I FEEL!
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