No. You’re not fine. You’re not ok. Stop lying to yourself. Stop denying it.
Truth is, you’re a mess. Truth is, you’ve lost yourself. Truth is, you need help.
And help is here. It’s in front of you. But you’re afraid, because you’ve lied to yourself for so long, you don’t know what’s wrong with you anymore.
But I know. And I’m telling you. And I’m here. And I’m going to push you back into yourself until there isn’t that two year gap between you and this stranger you’ve become.
And I’m going to keep banging on this iron door you’ve shut in my face until it melts with the heat of the anger and the passion and the worry and the love and the worry and the love and the worry and the love, love, love.
Or until the weight of the concern and the love pouring through my determined fists wears you down, and you—
just open the damn door.
—h.a.k, Truth is or What I Should’ve Said