unravelling me

It felt like my entire sense of self worth was held together by a single thread.

All my dreams, hopes and disappointments were shaped to form a life worth living by this single thread that wove all of them together.

This weekend something happened that pulled at that single thread causing it to break and my unravelling to begin. And slowly I watched it all crumble, this facade that I had been happy to live with, leaving me vulnerable, and exposed. Fragile and beautiful in my fragility. Confused, shaken, weak. Unravelled.

And it feel like now I have to start again, start to weave my life back together into something I am happy to live with. Dreams and hopes and joys. No more disappointments. At least not the old ones that I have been carrying with me.

The best thing about falling apart, is putting everything back together again.

And I will. One dream at a time.