Today I felt like a thorn was pulled out of my chest.
It has been weeks since I’ve felt at ease, with that thorn plunged past my sternum causing my insides to bleed. I have been trying to commiserate with the people around me to the point of losing myself in the process. Maybe I was selfish in a way that I put in too much effort to carefully place everything in a copacetic state on my own, without anybody asking me to do so.
I am strong, I believe that I am, unfortunately not strong enough to set the tumults of my life in a smooth pace. Not without the help of another human with the capacity to be my rock. A rock that would hold me to the ground. A driftwood that would be my resting place when peace does not want to be found.
Today I felt peaceful.
Today I know that I am blessed.