I know I’m not alone in this process. I know a lot of you reading this have done the same thing. You might even be doing it right now.
It’s a daily struggle. Sometimes I look at myself and think I’m not sick enough.
There’s nothing left inside of me for you. If you cut a small hole somewhere between my ribs and peeked inside you’d see an empty chamber. You’d see right through me to a xylophone of vertebrae.
I’m done with having people tell me how special I am, how great I am at this and that, only be left wondering how I would possibly mean so much to people when their actions speak far louder than their words.
I thought nothing could go wrong this time.
If you’re feeling needy you have been handed down by divine grace the single best opportunity to confront your past and reclaim your life.
“He was killed while walking into his house by a stray bullet from a drug deal gone wrong.”
I can’t wrap my head around the reason why God would take someone like you away from here.
He will get what he deserves and I’m now getting what I deserve: a successful life, without him.
Let them know that you will support them through the rollercoaster of all of their feelings. You will laugh with them when they want to laugh, you will cry with them when they need to cry, and you will listen when they just need to rant.