I woke up in the middle of the night crying. I can feel it brewing inside of me more and more each day. Pieces of my heart are scarring, and while it is an indication that things are healing the marks, it is leaving behind the hideous reminders I wear on the inside.
A year ago, we were invincible. Today, I struggle to understand my “purpose.” Was I destined to be this martyr? I think to myself, “There are people who have it way worse than I do.” Things happen for a reason, but this is just senseless. What reason could possibly substantiate something this devastating weighing so heavily upon my shoulders?
I am Atlas. I want to shrug it off, but I know I cannot for so many others, known and unknown, rely upon me to be stronger when they cannot. So I remain wounded upon one knee, doing what I must while time ticks on.
