Sometimes it's the little things...

Sometimes it's the little things,
that make the biggest difference.
Someone asking, 'how are you?',
and pausing for an answer, a real authentic answer.
A hug, that lasts a beat longer than it needs to...
simply because the giver is aware you aren't ready to let go yet.
A silly text from a friend,
who just hopes that it will make you smile.
With all the chaos swirling around me...
It felt absolutely necessary to take a break from it in this moment and allow myself permission to sit within the goodness that also holds residence in my heart.
I truly do have some pretty amazing people in my life, I am blessed by strangers that have become friends, friends that have morphed into family, and by acquaintances that have turned into confidants.
I think we forget what our significance in the lives of others can be sometimes.
That we can be the ones that ask how someone is doing, and genuinely want to know.
The impact that this one act can have is undeniable.
I can, you can, be the one that hugs a little longer, a little tighter.
When someone needs a smile, needs to remember what laughter feels like in their throat, on their lips, you have the power within you to make it happen.
Each of us has the power to speak life over death.
To rejoice in victories as easily as we commiserate over sorrows.
Sometimes we feel trapped in an seemingly unending darkness,
but sometimes we are given the responsibility to shine forth a light.
To be a beacon in that darkness.
What is one thing you can do today to be that flash of light, that glimmer of hope for someone else?
The opportunities are ALWAYS there, we just need to be open to them....

...betrayal...

If you can't say it to my face...
You shouldn't be able to say it behind my back.
Feeling so angry.
Beyond angry.
I'm tired of having to get information that greatly affects my life second hand.
I want so badly to lash out.
To use my voice to make how I feel known.
But the thought of doing so fills me with so much fear
And anxiety.
I don't even understand why because I could care less at this point if it ruined my relationship with this family member.
Not that I even believe there to be a relationship.
Anger terrifies me.
Expressing it is completely foreign.
I'm afraid that if I start, I won't be able to stop.
I feel like I'm going to explode.
And I fear it's going to be ugly.