Will it ever get better than this? I can’t live like this for the rest of my life. Why is it always so hard? Will it ever get easier? When will my time come? I can’t take this anymore. Something has to give. It's too much for me to handle.
I once lived in the dark.
Maybe you are there right now?
Maybe, right now, your nerves are frayed. Your heart is bruised. You feel raw and exposed. You want to crawl out of your skin. Your thoughts are dark. And it all hurts.
I need you to know…
You don’t have to stay there.
It won’t be easy, but you can leave.
I invite you to leave.