the unbecoming of a soul

I am unbecoming. Quite literally unraveling the threads of my ego that entwine my soul in fear. I am unbecoming anxiety, unbecoming fear, unbecoming all depression, mania, and SI. I am unbecoming me—what makes up, me. I am unbecoming my past present and future. I am unbecoming shame, the universal threads weaving their way through my past, present, and future. I am unbecoming Brianna

2 responses to “the unbecoming of a soul”

  1. This is very poetic and profound, Bri! I love it, and you. And I love this Yosemite photo! XOXO

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