God’s wish?

Lately I’ve been having dreams and thoughts of being a spokesperson to those who are survivors/victims of domestic abuse and/or mental illness. I figured I’d ignore it, but its been weeks that this same thought comes to mind.

Is this God telling me to do this? A part of me yearns to connect to others and make them feel worthy and valued despite whatever troubles ale them. Hmm. I’ll meditate on this.

Β πŸ€” Just gay thingsΒ 

That feel when you’re ready to come out as a lesbian stem, and all you have is fem clothing. I feel so damn insecure, like eh. This isn’t the worst feeling in the world, but its definitely up there when you are mid transition. Bumping my head over and over again as I try to get out the girly closet πŸ˜‚πŸ˜­πŸ˜₯😏

Left is you, right is me 😍😍😍 goals βœ–