oh, june.

a month that cracked me open & handed me back to myself.

June broke my virginity in many ways.

Not just in body but in clarity, in truth, in depth. 

It held up a mirror I couldn’t look away from. 

In only 30 days, June told me more than some years ever did.

It peeled me open. It asked me to reflect.

To be raw. To be honest. To be still.

And I listened.

I saw parts of myself I had buried.

I let go of what was never mine.

I gave myself grace.

And somehow, in all that unraveling, I found gratitude.

I’m grateful for June.

For the truth it showed me.

For the boundaries it helped me draw.

For the self-respect it handed back to me.

For the woman it forced me to be.

May July show me love.

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All of my love or whatever else I got left in me, E.