Do you ever feel like you carry everyone else’s problems, grief, thoughts and lives on your shoulders? Do you ever feel completely defeated, like you have been strong for everyone for so long and finally, you are breaking? But really you aren’t breaking because hardly any of these things you've been carrying are yours. Yet you still feel broken. A thousand pieces broken. As much as I hate to say it, I needed this. We all need this. We need to pick up the pieces and go forward. I need a clean slate. A fresh and new start. After all, some days,
just breathing is okay.
xx
