All the Things I Wish I’d Been Told.

All the things I wish I’d been told…

I wish someone had told me that when the dark days come, I am the light.

When the trials and hardships toss me around like a toy ship on the high seas that the darkness cannot consume me for I am the burning ball of energy that drives the blackness out.

I am the guardian of my own heart and the master of my fate. The wind may blow, the waters may rise, yet I am above them still, for I am the sun. I am the sun.

If only I had known that when the tribulations of life chisel away at the soul like a slowly dripping waterfall carving it’s way through solid stone, that I am stronger still.

I am capable of more than I could dream up in the simple state of my broken mind. For I have a firm foundation surrounded by beautiful trees and meadows of flowers that flourish without fear of being told when they can and cannot bloom. For the pain inside of me keeping my pedals from opening is greater than the pain that it takes to allow them to unfold.

I wish I’d been told how the act of letting go is often enough to ease the stress that tenses up in my gut when I feel like I have to be strong enough to carry the weight of the world.

I wish someone had said, “Darling, it’s okay to admit that you can’t carry all of the pain you’ve bottled up for 15+ years to yourself. Let me carry some of it too.”

Darling, it’s okay to admit that you can’t carry all of the pain you’ve bottled up for 15+ years to yourself. Let me carry some of it too.

Because I’m sitting here telling myself, hang in there for one more day. This will be the last night of pain. The last night of tossing and turning my way through the darkness, praying for the dawn to arrive sooner than later, because it’s been days without rest. A week without sleep.

Here I am. Sleep deprived. Skin burning to the touch. Heart racing. Fighting the pain swimming in my veins and gnawing away at my bones. Here I am. Praying that this one more day will fly by. Praying that this last night will soon be a distant memory.

Only one more day. This is the last night of my pain and every ounce of strength within me is banding together to fight the the thoughts that I might die. Battling the urge to cry. Only one more day.

And if you’ve been feeling this way too…

I need you to know that the dark times don’t define you. They don’t mold you. They don’t shape you. They won’t make or break you.

I need you to know that the dark times don’t define you. They don’t mold you. They don’t shape you. They won’t make or break you.

I need you to know that the troubles you face only seem big because you feel like you have to face them on your own. But you’re not alone. You’ve never been alone.

Look back at how far you’ve truly come. It’s phenomenal. You’ve built a foundation brick by heavy brick. You’ve laid each stone and cemented it in place to create a platform that will propel you into the future. You’ve got this. Despite what any voice might whisper in your ear, you’ve got this.

Look back at how far you’ve truly come. It’s phenomenal.

Because that’s what I wish I had been told…That I’VE got this. So, I’m here today to tell you – you’ve got this too.

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