I genuinely think some people believe I’m not capable of things simply because my husband passed away. I know he was (and still is) the love of my life, but I’m still here. I didn’t die.

So why won’t my friends (some, not all) let me make decisions for myself? Do things I want to do? Like I said in a previous post, I’m still “Kyla”. Yes, I might be going through different emotions as of late, but I didn’t change. And I’m not talking about the friends that want to hold back some potentially sensitive information that would be triggering.

I’m talking about plans being made. If I’m going to do something I want to enjoy it too. So let me be involved. And this might sound totally crazy, but that’s how I’ve been feeling lately. I’m still human, I’m still me. Let me be me.

…until next time