Loss, Grief, and Making Things Hurt A Little Less
I was scared to be hopeful because that’s exactly when things would come crashing back down.
Topic: healing
I was scared to be hopeful because that’s exactly when things would come crashing back down.
If you go to the Merriam-Webster website and search “silver linings,” you’ll find this definition: a consoling or hopeful prospect.
I wish that when you look to TWLOHA for hope, you find the support you need, you find a voice on the other end that hears you, a voice that sees you, one that’s there to hold hope for you.
I made this for you, friend. I hope it reminds you that no moments are worthless.
I refuse to allow the same toxic cycle of verbal and emotional abuse to continue with the potential to last for generations.
The best you have to offer others will never be a cure-all method, a one-size-fits-most fix. The best you have to offer will always be yourself.
I had to step away from spirituality to understand this lesson. I had to separate myself from something that was telling me that I wasn’t enough.
I can be a man. I am a man, even if nobody else sees it.
I don’t need to always see the light or carry this burden myself.
There’s no way to deny it—this year is different. As we welcome May and Mental Health Month, we’re not only addressing the very thing our work centers on, but there’s also talk about a pandemic, an uncertain future, and physical distancing.
With everything that is happening in the world right now, I feel my depression starting to resurface—it’s waking up with a vengeance as I physically isolate.
Right now, as the circumstances of life feel uncertain, as the metaphorical darkness seems to be growing, I find myself clinging to the firm reality of the sunrise.
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