But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.
knowing you are important, relevant, & deserve only the best is so very crucial.
When you deny your spirit the opportunity to feel your true emotions and communicate with you, you silence the real you. Leaving your soul vulnerable, defensive and confused. You have to remember to let yourself feel. This is something that we’ve been shamed into forgetting. We’ve been taught that emotions are irrational and to be controlled. That is a lie. Our emotions are the language of the soul. We have to nurture it, communicate with it, let it be.