In your darkest moments I will be here,
And even more so.
Because I know that unbearable pain,
Even though I still underestimate it.
The pain that I so wish to stop. 277 more words
I was reminded by someone recently that writing makes us vulnerable. It’s one thing to ruminate in your head, quite another to share those words anonymously, and even more threatening to put your name on the page – so that all the world will know who you really are and what you really think. 473 more words
Sometimes I feel like crying but can’t seem to get the tears out. It’s something I used to struggle with all the time, now it is less frequent, and I’ve been trying to figure out what has helped me cry more easily, and what I can do on those days when I still feel I would like to cry, but can’t. 491 more words