Lost

I’m scared. Scared that I will never live up to my full potential. I’m scared that this is it. This is life. Just the same thing day in and day out. I’m scared that I’m never going to be fully living. That I’m just going to continue existing. Floating by. I know that my therapy work is meaningful and that I’m making an impact but it is also having an impact on me. Being of service is a lot of pressure. I’m scared that it’s going to destroy me. There is something inside of me. And it is bright and beautiful and glowing. And lately it just feels like it’s dead. Like I’ve lost that. I’m lost. I’m lost. And I’m tired. Jesus, I’m tired all. The. Fucking. Time. This is going to take a lot of work. This is going to take all that you’ve got. This is going to challenge you. This may break you before it fixes you. But my darling, you do not need to be fixed. Because you are simply not broken. You’ve lost your way and you don’t know how to get back. I will help you, guide you, hold your hand. And when you fall I will help you back up. I will hold you in my arms if you need to cry. And then I will tell you you’re brave and that you can do this. And together we will found our way out.

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