Tell me your story, tell me your pain, tell me it almost broke you but didn’t.
Tell me how you made it through the hard parts. What helped and what didn’t.
Tell me I will make it, too. Tell me how. Tell me where to start at least, or where to stop.
Tell me this is all just my hormones fucking with me and it will magically right itself in just a matter of days or even months.
Tell me I can do those. That I can want this. Forever. That each step forward is a step toward making a life here, in this way. That I am not loosing something I never even had but gaining what has been there waiting for me all along. Patient and loving and hard and exhausting but perfect in its way. Convince me, please, that I want to go home tonight.