Too late..
If you really knew me then you would know I am sorry to myself for things I am afraid to do years ago. Like, telling my family what happened when I was a child.
If you really knew me then you would know every time I see old pictures of me smiling to the camera just like a normal innocent child, I see pain, confusion and fear hidden deep inside.
Anonymous
Sweetheart,
I feel sad just reading these two sentences…I can’t imagine the story behind them. You have us here for support- whenever you need it and even when you don’t. A lot of us are smiling with a pounding heart ache behind it all. Just this morning I was telling a friend, we all have some sadness we dust away behind the curtains before we come out to the world. I think back to the day I lost my father and my world begins to fall apart…but to move on, to survive, to be here for my family today and now- I pull myself together. It’s called survival.
But in the process of surviving- you shouldn’t hurt your own existence. Reach out…you do have help. There’s a whole life ahead of you – filled with opportunities and beautiful memories. If it will help putting your past behind you…you can begin here and now to let it out.
Best Wishes