There are days when I don’t think I can bear any more hurt in the world, any more pain in my heart…then I remember…
Someone else is thinking the same thing, only theirs is worse than anything I am feeling right now.
Someone else is figuring out how to get through one more moment, take one more step, one more breath.
Someone else is battling. And someone else is winning, while another is losing. Yet they are doing so, with all the grace they can muster.
Someone else pulled themselves out of darkness, into the light.
Someone else feels like the darkness will consume them.
Someone else fell in love, while another had their heart broken.
Someone else said “hello,” while another said goodbye.
At the end of my day, as I head into my 46th year, I will remember a tiny voice, in the dusty corners of my mind, whispering…
“you can always be somebody else…”