What we fear is mostly social-related and not in regards to life danger.
So, it’s over. This time for real.
Regardless of how much pain you feel, you still wake up every day to face another storm. You still rise up and continue to fight your battles.
You are important, down to the very last cell in your living, breathing body.
Shine and be proud of the things you love to do. If someone doesn’t like it, who gives a fuck?
If your own groundwork is based only on external factors, your sense of your own whole existence would disappear in a heartbeat when those same external factors disappear.
You have trouble conversing as you are aware that your own words can be used against you.
When you don’t follow the proper protocol of “How are you?” and “Fine, thank you,” you are looked upon with raised eyebrows and suspicious looks, as if you have just committed a crime.
At some point in life – with a little luck on our side – we will meet souls who try to open our hearts by pouring their hearts out in front of us.
Having an outlet to turn to when it’s too much to handle is a relief.