People will do anything to protect what fragile self-esteem they have. And those people need compassion, but also to stay the fuck away from the people I love.

These words, coupled with your picture, feel primal and relentless. Authenticity and presence are projected wide open. The entire piece is an expression of pure desire.
It's beautifully insightful writing, Jenny. So, although ‘fuck it stuff’ happens, you’re filtering that shit out, using your gratitude for your art as an angel of change.
One of my fears about sharing, as a virtual Mr. 🥔 Head, is I could float faceless thoughts that trigger painful memories, etc. I want you to know I'm with you. I want to have your back.
I'm saving this peace; yes, I spelled it correctly. I'm going to want to reread it.