#vulnerabletogether

[relatablejoe]

how you keep going

dear you, some mornings you wake up low, no reason, no drama, just that heavy cloud, sitting on your chest like it pays rent, you try to skip the mood like a bad song, but you can’t ctrl+z your feelings, you can’t unsend the versions of you you’re still learning to love,

so you sit with yourself, soft and honest, in the mess, in the almost magic, breathing under all that invisible weight, waiting for your dimmed light to remember itself, and when you stand up and show your soul anyway, your little lantern blinks on in the dark, other tired hearts see you, and remember their own glow.