the big, scary street.

sometimes i truly want to run away. i have heard the "be positive" mantra numerous times from everyone around me. and have tried to internalize it. no doubt pieces of it have been taken to heart. but that is not to say that there is still a part of me that simply wants to cry. a part that simply wants to be held by someone who will comfort me. a part that simply wants to forget everything.

i may be capable of working through this. i may be capable of moving on. but in my strength i know that i am also weak (and anyone who truly knows me, knows that it takes a lot for me to admit such a thing). in my strength i know that i need a shoulder to lean on. i need someone to tell me i can do it. to believe in me. to not be afraid to let me know they believe in me.

every ounce of my being knows that i am fully able to be alone. and survive. and thrive. but in this moment... the little lost girl is showing herself. and the little lost girl wants someone to hold her hand and help her cross the big, scary street.