Catharsis

People from my past have been reaching out. To reconnect, to apologize, to ask questions.

I had a dream last night though. That of all the people who have been trying to reach me, I wish you’d try.

I just wish you’d try so that I can pick up, and before you say anything I’d say “no, you don’t have the privilege to have access to me any more. This time, I’m reclaiming my authority and my power to say, you fucked up and I want you to feel the heaviness of that fact,” and I’d hang up before you could say anything because I don’t care what it was.

That dream repeated over and over last night. Of course, it may never happen. But it felt good to say it regardless, it was a catharsis I– once again– wasn’t aware that I needed, but my spirit knew.