Stay, love, and be willing to breathe in the storm. Stay, love, and let the tears come. Sometimes pain comes like a wave. It builds into a terrible peak and then crashes, threatening to drown you, over and over again. Sometimes pain gathers and moves in like thick clouds. Pain can be sharp and bright, achey and dull, immediate like lightning or creeping like fog. It can be sticky, heavy, and thick. Or so thin and cold that it burns.
Feel the pain move through you. Breathe deeply, let your mind, heart, body, and soul be easy.
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