The bags became too heavy, all I ever had to do was put them down.

For those who have felt alone, felt the weight of maintaining appearances, smiled through tears and laughed through the pain.  For those afraid to ask for help or admit not just to others, but to ourselves that we aren’t ok and learning that in itself is OK.  For those who have watched the clock hands tick through one day and into the next trapped in a mind racing with no “off” button.  For those…   I can relate.  If sharing what I find while sorting through the bags I’ve collected and carried through the years resonates with even one person, then this is worth it.

 

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