Sometimes, when I let it all go-my inner struggles, my insecurities, my downfalls-I feel exposed. Naked. It's not the liberating feeling like walking around in your house in your birthday suit with not a care in the world. It's a vulnerable, cold, frightening situation in which we almost miss those things that we cling to for comfort, for "normalcy". I know it sounds jacked up, but seriously, think about it! Why do we continue to do hold onto things we know aren't good for us?
