“I used to cry myself to sleep,”
“I used to scream out loud at God and question, why he hated me.”
Sara Adyms - Today
A smile, a tear, a laugh, a sob…
Acknowledging our humanity; the hardest thing some of us ever do. To admit that we fumble, to admit that we falter, to admit that we stumble, to admit that we are imperfect.
It’s a terrifying thing to do.
We teach that we need to be independant, and so success is garnered by this measure; yet how can we measure up? In truth, what we are teaching is the inability to ask for help when it is needed.
To ask for help, makes you needy.
To cry, makes you dramatic.
To hurt, makes you weak.
To need comfort, makes you dependant.
To have faith, is to be gulliable.
To have dreams, is to be foolish.
We lack the ability to be patient with those who reach out for help, I think, because others have never done so for us. We lack the patience to be supportive, because we are needing that support ourselves and don’t know how to reach out for it.
…It really is a mad little world; here’s to admitting it.
