We’ve come to dread a holiday that feels as though it has been sucked of its meaning and tacked with the jolly message, “just be happy.”
Whoever you are, wherever you are, whatever you are struggling with--I say this with the deepest, most vulnerable sincerity at the bottom of my soul--I love you. I love you. And you are not alone.
Love has no barriers. Love has no gender. So if you ever feel like you're alone. You are not. You are all loved.
This is my journey through IBD and depression (the black curtain). So many people suffer in silence. This is so very sad. My hope is that more people will openly talk about their illnesses and get the support and help they need to move through the black curtain.
That’s why when somebody tells a good joke at a funeral, you laugh even with tears streaked across your face, when you feel like you shouldn’t be laughing so you laugh harder. When it’s over, for a moment, everything is okay.