You were struggling alone and you feel lost. But, i want you to know that i am always here for you. Talk to me. I am willing to listen to you. It’s time that you must face what you are feeling squarely. You can’t deal with it if you keep on switching topics just because you don’t want to talk about it. Just because you don’t want sad topics. For now, stop filtering what you feel. Let it flow. Let it go, my dear. Now, stop fixing others because you are the who needed to be fix.

Stop projecting what you feel to others. Because what you are seeing, feeling, and telling is all about you. You are seeing the reflection of your self. Stop running away from the eye of the storm. This is the time, that you must feel its intensity. Dance with the sounds of the thunder and be one with the wind. Don’t let this cold bother you again. Loosen up my dear.

Give yourself time to be vulnerable because you can’t always be strong all the time. Let your guard down. Put down your armor and pour out your emotions. Let your tears flow and water the barren fields of melancholy. It’s time to free your self from holding you to remain firm and let your vulnerability surface. It won’t make you less of a human. Because being vulnerable and having emotions means being alive. 

I know that you feel dead inside but let your faith makes you feel alive again. But, you must accept what you feel first. You must face-to-face the monster that you were afraid of. You can’t be afraid forever. It’s time to face your fears. It’s time to conquer it. 

Everything about you, the past, pain, sadness, brokenness, and woundedness will always be forever part of you. I know. But, don’t let it define you.Don’t let it control you. 

You are not bad. Trust me. You are not a bad person, daughter/son, sister/brother, granddaughter/son, student, friend and the like. You are beautifully you. It just happen that you made mistakes. It doesn’t mean that you are bad. You are enough.  You are amazing. You are wonderfully made. You are rare. You are human.


Published by She Writes

She's a dreamer. Hopes to be lost in oblivion but the truth is, she just wants to be seen and heard. In quest within and lover of life. This, too, shall pass so I will keep going ; I still don't know. I'll rest for the mean time.

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