Time for an old Seraph to ramble.
It's been a long time since I've just sat down and rambled onto a blank phone screen so here we are; I'm tired. The deep, ache, kind of tired. The Kind of tired where you're at the end of your rope, even though all you have is alittle further, but Jesus christ you're just-you're so fucking tired-you can't. You can't reach. It's so close, but you can't fucking reach, except-yes you can, you've reached farther before. And there are people there, waiting to take your hand to pull you the rest of the way, because you're not alone. You never were, and you're gonna be okay. You're gonna be so okay it's crazy, you're gonna be so okay - you didn't know you could be this happy, because you've survived all the moment you've felt this way in the past. Sure, this is your biggest wall yet but you're so fucking strong, and I believe in you. You've climbed farther than this, and on less support, you'll be okay. And I will be too. It's just really hard to remember that sometimes, yknow? Sometimes it's hard to talk over the anxiety and heart ache of purposefully choosing to end a budding generational Truama before it ruins more people. And that's okay, because of course it's hard, you're carrying other people's problems and sorting them out so you can know why you are the way you are, so you Don't end up like them, and hurt yourself or your family. And you're doing a good job, just keep pushing, you're almost there. I believe in you.
