There comes a time in life when certain experiences are best kept quiet or shared only with those close to you. In my life, this has happened way too many times.
I still remember the first time it happened – that moment that shatters you for a lifetime. You wonder: Will I be able to piece myself back together? Will I ever feel like I did the second before?
It feels like you’re on a roller coaster afterward. At the same time, it feels like being an acrobat slowly walking on a rope, trying to keep your balance while piecing your shattered self back together.
Just when you think you’ve managed to put yourself back together, you’re engulfed in a dark abyss of pain. You find yourself crying, and feeling that excruciating pain in your chest all over again.
This just happened… when all I wanted was to write something upbeat, something hopeful. You know, this blog is meant for sharing joy, not sorrow. Yet, today it’s sorrow all over again. Today I’m veiling and unveiling sorrow.
Maybe I’ll come back later, remembering how I felt at this moment in time, and share with you a beautiful, happy ending story.
That’s how I’ll keep my faith up for now.