I hide in between my self-reassurances, my 4 AM pep talks; I make space between the I and can and sit cross-legged on the top floor, just above the I and will. When the nights are rough and the hideous Can’ts come out of the tucked edges of my bed sheets. I fold them neatly back in, and let out the knowledge that rests just below my eyelids that I was not created a half, that there is nothing missing, and that I am whole.
I pull the Don’t Worries over me and allow the It’s Okays to lull me to sleep.