Isolation

Why is it that in situations where we need help
We isolate ourselves
We convince ourselves that we'll receive more judgement than love
We tell ourselves that no one will understand
Because we're the first to go through something like this
Most times it is not those around us that shame and guilt us
But it is ourselves
It is our own misinterpretation of what being human is
It is our misunderstanding of the fact that we are only human
And that we are bound to make mistakes and fall sometimes
We choose to see ourselves through broken mirrors and lenses
No wonder we only see distortion and brokenness

Why do we camp at the scenes of our failures
Why do we build homes at the moments of our lives that brought destruction
Why do we meditate on the thoughts of self blame then wonder why we cannot forgive ourselves
Forgive ourselves for forgetting that we are all things strength
Forgive ourselves for allowing the need for acceptance to make us discard our identities
Forgive ourselves for being human
In isolation is where we die
In isolation is where secrets gain power over us
In isolation is where we lose ourselves even more


There is so much freedom in the truth 

Your lungs regain their ability to take deep breaths
Your heart no longer has to silence its anxieties
There is so much freedom in acknowledging our short comings
Because then they no longer have power over us
What is kept in the dark has the ability to choke life out of you
But darling, the light will not only nourish and feed your skin
It will also expose all that is trying to hold you down
And then you will see that you were never meant to fight them alone
You were created for community, you were created for connection
So do not allow the darkness to eat away at you 

Do not believe in the lie that depending on others shows weakness

Do not buy into the dream that you have to have it all together
Do not be so hard on yourself
The world is already doing that 
Dont be its accomplice 

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