The storm has become my safe place. I’ve become comfortable evacuating to darkness every time I feel an overcast of emotions brewing. The scattered rain and rolling thunder have become shelter for my sadness. And even though I keep holding on to acceptance and truth, the strong winds keep knocking me down and I keep crashing… into grief.
I’ve been stranded in the eye of the storm for so long and it’s hard trying to find a place not flooded with sorrow. My peace has become the storm. On clear days, all I see are dark clouds that pour grief into my hurricane of reality. And even though I’ve survived treacherous downpours in my past, the gusty winds keep tossing my sanity and I just keep crashing… into pain.
I have to stop feeling safe in the danger of the storm. I have to stop chasing clouds because of fear the sun will expose my pain. I want to be rescued. I want to be lifted to a new kind safety. And even though I’ve survived the high winds of my past, I want to stop… crashing alone.
I am grateful for… storms.
#EIDWIM20s, Episode 18
Music: "Heavy" by @artaskastrings
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