How many times have you heard those words?
How many times have you said, "I do, love you!"
How many times have you wished they understood?
How many times has it just made you want to drink again?
Until we hear the words and familiar stories from others who have felt what we've felt, and lived what we've lived, will it get better.
Words like loneliness, guilt, sadness, self hate, regret, isolation, and longing.
Longing to be normal.
Longing for a better way.
That's the words that I understood.
I didn't even realize they were talking to me until the end of the meeting.
It isn't going to be pretty.
It isn't going to be easy.
But if you're going to have anything close to a normal existence...
It's going to be necessary.
One walk in a door.
A cup of coffee.
Words you understand.
People who understand.
People like you.
What are you waiting for?
Nothing changes, if nothing changes.