I will.
I need to tell you, that this feels too much. Not because I’m going to stop, but because I can’t.
Too much to watch all of the suffering and pain, to try to figure out how to help and make it better.
Too much to hold everything up, to give others the chance they need to fall apart so that they can heal. So we can all heal.
Too much to keep walking in the dark with no certainty or guarantees that we are getting anywhere. Barely even a hint.
Too much to stay open, keep looking, keep speaking up about what is happening and what doesn’t make sense.
I need to tell you when it feels too much, that it does, for every person who can’t. Who doesn’t have a voice to say. This feels too much, this is overwhelming and despite that I am here.
They are all around you, young and old. They are hurting and continuing to do their best to not shut down, close off or give up. To keep caring, to keep helping, to keep feeling so that there can be hope. The carers, the helpers, the feelers of the world, will keep going, until they can’t and so many of them will never speak a word about how much, how big, how heavy that can feel.
I will.
