I came here, a year ago giving myself the gift of pouring my heart out into words, to bleed myself out. I started with this and kept writing and pouring and bleeding, somehow longing to peel the pain out from inside my chest, from under my skin, from deep down within. Some nights it helped, some nights it didn’t. But I never lost faith in the power of words, whether they were bound by heartache, longing or simply sharing. But the real beauty of words I found was in the eyes that read them. That reached out and said hey, I’m here, it gets better. I didn’t believe back then of course, I thought that stinging, burning, palpable heartache would never vacate my chest.
But it did.. I think of the person I was a year ago as I started writing here on that rainy night, my soul in complete darkness. And I wish I knew then what I know now, that time does heal everything. But then.. what are we if not for our experiences? And if I can shed a light to a single soul out there, who stumbles upon this piece now, I hope you know, it does get better.
It truly does.
(a huge thank you to each and every one of you who I have had the pleasure of calling a friend through here <3 I know some have been worried in recent times with my absence but know that I am a heartbeat away <3)