The other thing you should know is that I’m free. I’m free to choose to sit crosslegged in the downpour, I’m free to wake up every day, pop an umbrella, and fight or free to follow the spiral down. I’m free to love harder with the bleeding parts of my heart, and I’m free to exercise empathy on deep dark levels.
Because soaked, inconvenient, gray, miserable, hyperventilating, or still as night, I’m free to get there and be there just like everyone else. You’re free to get there and you’re allowed to be there just like everyone else.
Don’t be scared.
It becomes company,
and after being warm and dry too long, you begin to feel crazy and you sit on the shower floor until the lines in your hands are tingling. You wonder if you can drown your ears with an almost steady rhythm of rain, and you want to tip your chin up and let all of it fill you, or you sit there sobbing about how it’s always like this and you can never get a pure gasp of air.
Seek out lightness. Stay with strength.
Be aware of your intake and focus on things bigger than you, or us, or what’s cornering you in your mind.
It’ll serve you. Honour your courage, and respect your currency of mental and emotional energy.
Save up if you need.
Splurge on the things that’re worth it.
Something cool about rain is that it filters the dirt from the air.
Stick wit it, strangers and friends. Your freedom is worth the courage.