I am both good and bad. What a relief to know.

I’ve been hiding. I’ve been showing only what is good.
Showing my kindness, my politeness, my smile, my “please” and “thank you’s.” My good humor.
Being appropriate, being nice, following the rules. Making sure I’m well groomed and pleasing you.

But what’s also underneath is anger, confusion, and “I don’t give a fuck.” What’s also true is my ignorance. My impatience, my rudeness, my immaturity. My raising my voice and being mean. My darkness. My apathy.

I am both. I am good bad and all the spaces in between. And in acknowledging this and not hiding from it or pretending to only be good, I am finding immense freedom.

Freedom to be fully seen and not hide away from the truth.