“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.” — Kait Rokowski
I think one of the greatest and somewhat annoying powers we have as humans is our ability to heal from and process our pain by romanticizing it, until we are able to let it go.
It is a tricky balance, and a gradual process.
If you romanticize and pin your identity on it too much, you will be far too attached to your pain and grief, and become almost addicted to it.
However, if you refuse to give your feelings the space to be as dramatic as they are needing to be, you will continue to suffer, and that pain will seep into other places such as your physical health.
To be human is to feel.
Whatever you are going through, let yourself have the attention that you need— at least from yourself.
Have your main character moments that make you feel like you & your life & your feelings are important and beautiful.
Because they are.
Even if no one else knows about or sees them.
Cry while listening to dramatic music.
Stare out into the night sky in silent contemplation.
Loudly celebrate your triumphs with exhilaration and gusto.
It is all part of the expressive chaotic dance of life.
I cannot view your story the way you can, but I am sure I would find it indescribably beautiful.
— Addi F.