I care for me although I have had to struggle to learn I am worth caring for.
Sometimes I live as if I could hide from the raging feelings inside me.
Other times I listen only to the hurt and feel there is no one who can understand.
Now after all these years, I know the signals from the interior; I listen and wait and once again am surprised there is a me I like.
When this happens, I discover standing all around have been persons
who care and have helped me to become Me
*Note: This writing is the first one Ruby copied 24 years ago and is still one of her favorites.
It says so much and keeps it simple!