There are statements that even I can’t say out loud.

There are questions I can’t ask.

It’s not because I don’t know the question, it’s because I’m afraid of the answer.

Or the answer isn’t socially acceptable.

I should assume that this is a good sign of my morality. That there are things I won’t say out loud for the fear of hurting others around me, preserving their feelings.

Or maybe it’s just the fear of what people will think about me.

Someone once told me that a fear is a fictional event appearing real.

Unfortunately there is nothing fictional about my reality.

I am still in a very dark place.

And a lot of it is my fault.

A very wise friend left a comment the other day that said “It will all be okay in the end. If everything is not okay? It is not the end.”

This is not the end for me.

And I am looking forward to being okay.

Love this.