You know who you are, and you know what you love. Yes, I said love. Sometimes it's hard to know. Sometimes, you can't get what you want (cough cough). But you know what that is ok. Everything will be fine. But it is time to talk.
I've always been a talker. People who know me understand that they must yell at time to get me to shut up. So it should come at no surprise that I always think talking things out is the best. But what else is there? So often those feelings we do not express are the most painful. No one knows our internal struggle. We all suffer everyday. I suffer. I will not share things with other people. I cannot. And somehow in those moments when I most need to stop hearing the sound of my own voice, that is when I am most alone. The times when we face our biggest fears, when everything we do challenges what we know, when all that is left is the unbearable option. Those moments are the coldest.
And yet, you and I have hope. We need to talk. That is the hardest part, admitting that is our need. But the moments when joy shakes your whole body, the moment when you feel freest, the easiest time, come after talking. Talking it out. Whatever it may be. When life takes a turn, throws a curveball, talk. it. out. It sucks, I'll admit it. I cannot even do it most of the time. But this is not about me (right now). It's for you.
I'm right behind you, it's what friends are for. Hakunna Matatah. It means no worries, for the rest of your days.
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