you are not alone :)
the woman at the market this morning asked me if i was doing okay. how did she know? could she see it? the deep sadness inside. the low-level hum of discontent. the nights i've cried myself to sleep this week, the phone calls that broke me down, and the hard goodbyes that both haunt and await me. her voice was a wake-up call. a gentle reminder that, no i am not okay, as much as i try to say that i am. i don't know why love hits me so hard, heartbreak destroys me, and good doesn't ever seem good enough. these days should be so sweet, they say. you're young and free and why shouldn't you be happy? he's so cute, enjoy this and don't take it too seriously. you're asking too much. you are too much. i don't know why the voices of the world seem so loud. so dismissive, so hurtful, so ruthless. i don't know why the gentle, kind voice of God seems so far away sometimes. i don't know why when you open your heart to someone new it can sting so ...