#keenwriting

I talked about what happened for the first time today.

What came after was something I never thought I needed. To pour my heart out to a friend, a seemingly small and insignificant gesture, to all of a sudden have this unexplainable feeling of freedom. 

What came after were tears. Feelings I never realized were bottled up for so long. Thoughts and emotions that came rushing through with nothing blocking its path. 

It’s a heavy burden to carry, to be hurt so badly and yet have no one talk to about it. To be silent out of fear that speaking out may evidently hurt more people than it can do good. 

When you let yourself believe you are the reason for someone’s mistake, you do yourself a great disservice. You allow yourself to succumb to endless doubt, and you feed into the fear that you’ll end up all alone. 

But sometimes, being alone doesn’t equate being lonely. It’s okay to be alone. And maybe you’ve been blinded for so long you think you won’t handle the idea of being on your own again. 

The truth is, you’ve always been alone. 

Lonely, on the other hand, is being with someone and yet still feel incredibly alone.