I Matter

I matter. I know it sounds silly but I want to scream it at the top of my lungs.

I matter. Maybe it’s a cry for help, attention seeking.

Maybe it’s the reminder to myself that I’m worth more than what the little voice in my head tells me when it’s late and I’m alone.

I matter.

Maybe it’s a reminder that even though I have intense feelings, they’re still just as real as a “normal” brain.

I matter.

Maybe it’s subconscious comparison sneaking up on me, feeling less than everyone around me.

I matter.

Maybe it’s for the inner child in me, needing it to be so loud to make sure she can still hear me because her worth is the most important piece in me.

I matter. I care about what I’m doing on a Wednesday at noon.

I care about what I eat and what me and my friends have been up to.

I care about what I’m feeling and why.

I matter to myself.

I know it sounds silly.

Possibly sound aggressive about something that can so easily be misleading as ego.

Years of seeking validation that I matter from other people most of who leave or don’t even care.

Just to remember I am the only one I truly matter to.

I have to live this life.

I have to learn all these lessons.

Why would I not matter most to myself?

heal yourself, heal the world – isn’t that’s how it’s said?

You matter.

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Someone once told me to never stop writing, so I'm not. Sharing my soul journey. You can find my yoga teachings and insights on my brain over on my website. therecklessnomad.com

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