Being strong

Being strong.. everyday is utterly exhausting. I don’t always want to be stong.. sometimes I would rather crumble into nothing. The journey to “joy” is not telling someone it will be okay. It’s not telling someone to simply get over it. Sometimes what is needed is to sit in the sorrow.. to sit in the grief. To cry until the damn itself breaks. To let the darkness and pain out as you cry and break from release. Be someone’s light when it’s needed. Sit with them and be in the moment. Be their support when they can not be their own. Let them know that they are not alone ❤️‍🩹