Dreaming out loud...

I've been thinking lately that maybe some things don't get better, and they don't suddenly hurt less or rip through your heart with such intensity. Maybe only we ourselves can. We get stronger and are able to stand firmer. We learn to live with the hand we've been dealt, and accept situations as messy and ugly as they are. We fix what we can and we adapt to what we can't. There is no magic formula or cure. Each and everyone of us is on a journey distinctly unique, yet basely familiar, in order to allow others the ability to comprehend and empathise. Perhaps some of us will never be fully okay, but at least we're here. We're still trying. We're doing the best we can. If you're still reading this after all these years, then congratulations. We've made it to today. We've made it.