The Only Way Out is Through

Dear Reader,

Sometimes words fail me. There are emotions, colors, experiences, and days when language is not enough.

The past two weeks have been a constant failure for me.

Life is always an ebb and flow. Recently, the ebb and flow has been tumultuous and challenging.

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I do not subscribe to forced positivity. I doubt I ever will.

When I feel something, I sit with it. I am curious about it.

My feelings are vital to me. I like to pull on their threads until I find the tear in the fabric of their origin.

There is not always a silver lining. Sometimes, there is just suffering.

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I am not a human that needs to find beauty in pain.

I do not need to find a reason in suffering to move past my internal reservoirs of confusion. ?

Things happen and we may never know why. Perhaps, there was not even a reason.

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When words fail me, I find music does not.

When words fail me, I find my loved ones do not.

When words fail me, I find a hug does not.

When words fail me, I find sitting in sunshine does not.

When words fail me, I remember that nothing is permanent.

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For time is of our own creation.

We cannot measure the hours for a broken heart to heal.

We cannot determine the months that final tears will be shed.

We cannot locate every emotional landmine that awaits us.

Nor should we.

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For we are human.

A creation of what is most tragic and what is most beautiful, wrapped in packaging of all colors and designs.

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Warmly,

A Woman That Is Going Through To Find Her Way Out