Would I still love me... (would you still love me?) if I wasn't tough enough. What if deep down I found out I was: breakable and felt sometimes unmendable? Would you still love me I wasn't keeping it altogether? Some days I may not smile but I'm working through this rolodex of emotions and I need this moment to just let go and feel.
Understand that underneath it all the same joy and gratitude for just being alive still beats within my heart. I have been so fortunate in this life. It sounds so trite to say, every day is a gift but truly it is how I feel.
Some days I'm quiet. It happens. Please just know I'm working it out and it may take me awhile. To shed needless armor is so hard. I have every confidence I'll get there... if not today, eventually.
Afterall I've gotten this far.