I feel like day two is NOT the day to show you all of me. The ugliness, the doubt, the mess that lives inside my head. So while I go down the rabbit hole, weighed down by what I should say or do, I will do what I do best. Help.
My happiness is directly affected by whether or not I am able to help someone. It’s a smile spread, a shoulder dropped, a jaw unclenched. As I lose my footing on the ledge of my own mind, I can find solid ground knowing that someone else is happy.
So down I go. But to you, dear reader, I say:
You are here. Alive. Breathing.
You are important.
You have people who love you.
Your feelings, whatever they may be, are valid. Feel them. Live them. Let them go.
I exist. I’ll climb out of the rabbit hole for you.