When everything goes wrong.
Sometimes, trying isn’t enough.
Sinking into a very dark place.
Please, let me try again.
Thanksgiving at home, sweet home.
Thanks for the nonbelievers, the stress, the tears, the sticks and stones, the sadness, the lost, the fear, the breaking, the disappointment, the imperfections, the doubt, the hurt, the darkness. Thanks for the time, the family, the friends, the memories, the heart, the courage, the opportunities, the second chances, the trust, the lessons, the dreams, the service, the love, the hope, the happiness, the life I don’t deserve. Thankful for everything that has made me who I am.
There is a fine line between privacy and secrecy.
Remember what’s important: the bigger picture.
Do not be the victim. Do not show your hurt. Do not act wounded.
The useless tears.
Grew up being told that I was never good enough. Made me believe that I will never be good enough.
Please, let me prove them all wrong.
Home is darker than I remember. The secrets are uncovered.
These sharpened, barb-tipped words of those closest sink in and cut the deepest.
My apologies and thanks will never be enough. You make things okay when they aren’t. You make me a better person. You make me want a door to these four walls. You, yes you.
This matters to me.