“What if pain—like love—is just a place brave people visit?”
— GLENNON DOYLE MELTON, LOVE WARRIOR: A MEMOIR
The other day I spent the majority of the afternoon in bed.
I wasn’t sick or physically tired but emotionally I was exhausted. The week had
caught up with me and by the time Sunday was here, my heart and my head had
enough. And so I let the pillows, blankets, and hum of traffic wrap me in their
protective space, and for the first time all week I let myself feel. I cried
out my worries, confusion, and pain. I cried myself to sleep and then cried
some more, but by the time I left my bed I felt renewed. Those things that I
cried over were no longer such a burden on my heart.
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