Heavy

I feel like I'm being buried alive. I know what grace and serenity are. I am accepting... but no one said that accepting wouldn't still hurt like a bitch as you watched things around you shift and waver and shape change and some, even evaporate before your very eyes. I have things that I don't want to let go of. And maybe that's a sign that I need stronger shoulders and arms to fight, to claw my way up and to hold on.

I'm trying to remember that it's a blessing. It's a blessing having people you are afraid of losing. It's a blessing knowing your worth and the worth of what amazing people add to your world. It's a blessing having the choice to forge a future of your own design and forged with your own hard work, dedication, and passion. It's all a gift. All of it.