Why is it that whenever I’m breaking down I work extra hard to convince those around me that nothing is going on? Who taught us to roam alone in the night searching for the next dawn? Who taught us to smile when it aches and to laugh when everything is wrong? Who taught us we are better off alone when all we really need is a comforting hand to hold?
I’m over it. I’m hurting. I’m tired. I’ve reached my limit. I’m done with these boundaries. So please, if you can find the same ache and courage in your soul, please, come hurt with me.