Honey, when you feel raw, roar, let it all out, vent that steam into the ether. That's healthy. Do it. Go for it. Tell everyone how you feel for real. Then things get real and the lonely days are over. C'mon. Your power is right there.
Real love is a protector, a defender, a ride-or-die connection that stays with you for always and in all ways. It is raw and it will roar for you if required. It will stay with you in quietness and be your comfort. Real love will celebrate with you, and raise you up. Real love will be okay with your sadness and kiss the scars you hide from others. It is rare. Treasure it. Keep it as long as live. For real love is the greatest blessing heaven can give.
We create our own roadmaps of survival and each is unique because we are unique and or experiences and circumstances are too. Yet we can still place signs to help others upon their way. Creating art helps, of whatever medium calls to your heart and soul. They all work well. Seeking for your art to help others in similar situations is powerful and creates an uplift for others that feeds back and lifts you too. In being okay with not being okay, we get to open up instead of close. We get to let out the pain one tiny drop at a time. Even if it takes years, or a lifetime, we can start to see that our scars start to fade from red to silver, that though it was once dark we are beginning to sense a new day. In this sharing, in the brave acts of the raw beginning to roar, there is hope for everyone. So, though this is a digital hand, take it. Hold on. Keep going, soldier. I am here.