You want to turn away, to bury your head in the sand. You want to numb the pain, to fight it somehow but you can’t. You must gather your strength. You must look that grief in the eye and say, “I am ready for you.”
Sometimes we get so fixated on picking up broken pieces, we forget we can make new ones.
And you know, you just know that next time you go under you will neither fight nor panic, nor will you be broken. You will be still, as still as the earth herself. You will be strong. You will look that monster right in the eye and you will say, “I fear nothing.”
I journeyed deep into the forgotten parts. Deep into the nightmare. It felt like choking on memories. It felt like I didn’t know which way was up anymore, so I just let it take me. And it was horrible, and
And I am here in a beautiful place laying down these words like breadcrumbs for you, and it’s alright for me, isn’t it? Because I am in a beautiful place. And maybe you are not, so the words become distorted a little, lose some of their punch.