You cannot,
I repeat, cannot,
Live your life for other people,
Nor can you live your life by others’ rules.
Because at the end of the day,
When you are left alone to your demons,
You are truly, thoroughly, alone.
And only you can see every one of your demons’ faces.
You can try to sketch a picture to someone else.
Like a person who has just been molested by a stranger
explaining to the police what he did.
But only you knows his face,
And where he touched,
And how it burns.
This is why you cannot let anyone tell you to “get over it”.
This is why you cannot beat yourself up over someone’s
opinion on how you should deal.
Because, I’m sorry honey, but you are alone.
You alone must sit with the devil and negotiate your
sanity and soul.
So love yourself enough
to explore the entirety of the aftermath
To be overly emotional if you have to.
To be overly emotional if you have to.
You are free, to crumble.
If for nothing else, for the purpose of rebuilding.