I don't know who needs to hear this, but hurt's a burden, and if you're angry, I love you. Fight me: If people are allowed to hate strangers for no reason, I'm allowed to love strangers for every reason, and if you're angry, I love you.
Just now, in the instant you read this, I choose to see no malice, no 'problem' that needs 'correcting;' just a hurt unhealed. I don't know what it is. -- Heartbreak. Grief. Frustration. Fear. Embarrassment. Helplessness. Guilt. Insecurity. Loneliness. Regret. -- Maybe I can't help. But I see it.
I hope you're kind to yourself. I hope you take whatever steps you need to lighten it. You're mighty. You're beautiful. And you're loved.

















