I stare at my blessing and read the lines over and over, wondering where the blessings are that are written so clearly. I believed it was inspiration, I don’t believe it was for the next life, which leaves me confused and sad. Did I mess something up somewhere? So many are leaving, and I keep…
it’s okay to be sad
I’m writing this to you because I heard you were sad. That makes my heart hurt for you because I’ve been there. I’ve been disappointed and cheated and lied to and lost someone who meant a lot to me and failed. But oddly enough, it makes me happy for you as well because every good thing that I am has come first because I was sad.