*show up*

 Things are rough. 

Admit that to yourself- it’s okay. 

Cry into your pillow until you can’t speak a single word,

and let your tired eyes be comforted by sleep. 

The next day I want you to know, 

may still feel miserable, but less. 

You will still feel empty, 

but you will find what is necessary to fill that void. 

I want you to call your best friend and cry,

until you make each other laugh, and then cry again. 

I want you to take a long shower,

and rinse off the pressure you have put on yourself.

 I want you to wash away the guilt and shame. 

The pain will stay, 

but even that can last so long. 

I want you to show up for yourself. 

Every day, 

I want you to show yourself what it means 

to be in a dark place 

And still want to chase the sun.