There’s a kind of unexplainable pain when I sit and read emails pouring their heart out to me, telling me their hurt, showing me their scars. Strangers who know me only by name, by face who leave me notes of their story after knowing mine.
Then there’s this extremely excruciating helpless heartache when the one I love most calls in the middle of the night doing the same. Because all I can do is offer a voice. But I wna tell you you’ll be alright. And I love you. We’ll always be okay in eventually. Better days will come..always stay strong.