I witnessed myself as a child in that moment and just needed someone to tell me that it’s okay.
That I’m not obligated to do well, that my potential doesn’t matter.
I’m used to the voice saying that I “have to do well or else.”
Every fibre in my body is trying to get me to fail. Because I want to start over. Over. Over, until there is nobody telling me that I “have to do this.”
I want someone to tell me it’s okay If I fail, as though there is a way out, as though the way out is love. That even if I fail, I am loved.
