What in the world do you do with your lost feelings? Can you pretend them away? Can you pretend they don’t exist? They exist because you exist. They breathe because you breathe. They ache, because you ache. They are everything you are and everything you are not. They are the chasm between light and dark. They are the demons that howl. Do not be afraid of your voice, of your call. Do not hold back the waters that want to cascade from your eyes. Do not lay wreath on the gravestone of your hopes.
You are not dead yet.
You are alive.
You are the seed to your journey.
You will grow.
You will rise.