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The other side: guilt and humility

People keep asking how my new whare is ♥️ I keep being quiet and not saying much - other than it's awesome or that I love it or that it's warm. 

And that's all true. 

I guess what I'm working through is that guilt of leaving my past behind and the need I feel to be humble asf with this. I know there are still so many people on this journey and still working towards being ready to start the journey. There are so many people struggling with homelessness and rough sleeping - that I just don't think it's fair to talk up about my new whare.  

I'm nervous to share the good things as I'm so used to sharing the bad things. It's hard to know how to share the good things without sounding like I'm showing off. 

After all that hard work and getting here, I don't want to be the kind of person who talks it up or shows off - I'd rather help other people through that journey too. I want to be someone who helps lead change and encourages change and positivity. 

I don't want to close the door behind me or lock it so others continue to struggle to break the cycle without any help or support. 

It's a hard bloody journey and even though I'm on the other side of it - I'm encountering more things I hadn't ever considered to be an issue. 

Just wanted to say - if you want to talk or get some advice or even be pointed in the direction of some awesome experts - let me know ♥️

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