He knew I was a different person now. I knew it too. He kneeled next to me and kissed my hand. I knew his heart was aching and he was mourning the loss of our future too.
You will cry at church when her favorite worship song is played. You will cry in the car. You will cry in the bathroom. You will cry in bed. You will cry while you write. You will cry while you cook.
Don’t hide your scars. Embrace them. Feel them. Show them off. Allow these scars to tell your story.
When you leave everything you know behind, you will get lonely. The kind of loneliness that is palpable.
How could you possibly imagine a life where you weren’t taking everything that’s accumulating in your fragile mind and throwing it onto the page? Write to sustain. Write to survive.
Thank you for staying quiet when I asked, “Do you even love me anymore?” Thank you for not giving us another chance. Thank you for going back to your ex, weeks after we ended, because I needed to feel that low.
God has you when you’re wondering if there is a God. God has you when you’re ignoring him and questioning him and cursing his name. God has you when you’re driving in your car, exhausted from an awful day at work, sobbing to a sad song on the radio. God has you when you’re dwelling on the past.
It’s okay if you become frustrated. It’s okay if you don’t understand how my mind goes to these dark places. It’s okay if you cannot relate to me. It’s okay. I know I am hard to handle. I know I’m unpredictable and emotional and hard. Love me anyway.