Every Word You Cannot Say

And I want you to know that despite how wrong everything seems right now, you are someone special, in someone else’s story.

You are not reading this alone.

You are a part of so much.

Often, we hate people not because they have wronged us, but because they have reminded us of some secret part of ourselves that we don’t like.
Maybe, making peace with the world starts with
making peace with ourselves.

don’t let anyone tell you how your story should go.

Only you know how your story goes.

And when your pages are over, don’t be sad or angry.

The wind does not stop being the wind

when it stops blowing.

There is a special kind of sadness that can only be found in the confusion between who you think you are
and who you think other people want you to be.

And no one can take that away.
Because everything I feel is real.
And I belong to the goodness, kindness,
and love that moves me.
I do the hard work of protecting my heart,
from the people who would hurt it.

Everyone you meet along the way is just someone at a different point in their story.
So be patient and kind.
But don’t let anyone tell you how your story should go.

know sometimes your brain is too loud and your heart bangs on the ceiling with a broom,

feel like I’m waiting for something but I don’t know what it is.

I feel like I’m the only one who feels the things I feel, or thinks the way I think.

Given enough time,
every building collapses,
every flower turns to ash,
every candle burns out,
every name must be forgotten.

This is not sad.