I was deeply sick. I managed to mostly hide it from my parents amongst the chaos of my chronic illness, an easy trick to play at the time.
It may not be the easiest decision but the ones that are right rarely are.
I speak with conviction to say what I believe, what is on my mind, in a manner that bespeaks the determination with which I believe it.
If indifference is the opposite of love, how could I possibly be desirous of a quality so lacking in character, so inconsistent with my natural propensity?
Look what you’ve done, mom. Look how far you’ve come, how far we’ve come. From the blackness came light, from despair grew hope, and although you lost some battles, we won the war.
I am going to risk my heart for you, and I am not going to be afraid.
It certainly wasn’t brave of me to absolutely collapse as soon as the negative comments came pouring though. I ended up hibernating in bed, the duvet covering my shame, my body convulsing with the heaviness of tears trying their hardest to escape.
You don’t let go of someone who gives you the same protective feeling as that blanket you had as a kid. You don’t let go of someone who’s kept you safe.
Bravery is believing that tomorrow can be better, even when it seems like you are surrounded by darkness on all sides.