We will always have mountains to climb. We all carry our own burdens and sorrow on our backs, more than we should. Some of us carry such heavy stories that they could paint a night sky into color. Some of us have felt hurt so intense that it can be hard to breathe. Thr grief overshadows and light that be shine through. Others are trusting the light again when all we have gotten is darkness. Finding our way through the forest to the open world. We can not hide from our trauma. We can’t even outrun it. I’ve tried to do both, and it’s failed me. Feeling the hurt from trauma doesn’t feel amazing. It can even feel like trying to breathe with collapsed lungs. I can tell you that it’s possible to breathe through it. It’s possible to live through it. It may not always look amazing or feel the greatest, but it’s something that is needed. In order to heal, we have to feel. Easy words until it’s done. We will fall. We will stand. We will collapse. We will march forward. Through the hurt and fear, we will not just survive. We live.