The shame broke like a dam. And then I realised, it doesn’t matter.

It really doesn’t. You are here and you deserve to be here. And people will think whatever they want.

It doesn’t matter what they think.

The shame breaks and it washes you, and you feel clean for the first time.

This ineffable purity.

It feels good, doesn’t it? That’s an understatement. That clean feeling, that spiritual purity- it is yours. It is you. That’s who you Are, underneath. An incredible Being of such depth and such astonishing, mesmerising beauty. And I know, I know you do not think I am talking to you. But I am, and I Am.

It doesn’t matter what they think. Who you Are remains.

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.

Let me tell you, tomorrow or in the next five seconds I might find myself where you are. And that is okay. I was there before, I know a few tricks this time, to make it easier. To make the time pass. I learned how to play around in that despair; how to mine it for beauty. To bring back words and colours, and songs and everything besides.

And before you know it you look up and you’re in that beautiful place again.

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