There is something I know, which we all know, which is unfortunate at times but even still, the truth is no matter how much we love or care, no matter how we have the best interests at heart, and no matter how hard we try to help or “Fix” the problem, whether we like it or not, not everyone wants help. Not everyone accepts it. Not everyone agrees. Not everyone wants to stop what they’re doing and not everyone wants to change their life.Continue reading
- And then one day, you were free.
You were away for a while though.
Or, you were away long enough
to not have the withdrawal symptoms.
You were in the clear (So to speak)
You had an out, if you wanted one.
There was something holding you back.
It seems this is the case for a lot of people we know.
There was something that kept you from reaching out.
But there was something there.
I know there was
Or maybe this is me being me
Maybe this is just wishful thinking
I watched you interact
I saw you smile, and sure, you already had your mind made up.
I am writing this because this has been a topic of conversation over the last few days. This has been brought up by different people for different reasons by all circumstances still relate on one specific way.
And I’m glad for this. Not that I like the topic but I would rather someone reach out and speak out than suffer in silence and carry out their plans to say goodbye.
So, essentially, this is for you.
And you know who you are.
I was in the back of a truck with no windows, handcuffed to a man that was drinking the night before. He was handcuffed to another man and him to another and then so on.
I was afraid. I was hungry and my stomach was growling, but yet, how could I even think of food in a time like this?
I hadn’t eaten in a while, but like I said, food was not my top priority.
Sure, everyone has an opinion. . .
Everyone thinks they know better. They get their information in drips and drabs and bits and pieces so that can create their opinions. This way they can act worldly, like they’re an authority. But the truth is no one knows. No one gets it. They just point their fingers and feed into the stigma . . .
This is to you:
There are so many things I want to say. They are the things I have always wanted to say but I never knew how to to say them, how to tell you, or how to get this message to you. That’s what this letter is about,
There are things I wished I could have told you but I never had the words. I wanted to give you more but I never knew how. I wish I did though. I really do. I wish I could have given you the attention you’ve always deserved (and wanted.)
I always do an honest assessment after I present or speak. No matter what the lay out may be or what the crowd looks like, I always assess what I do so that I can continue to improve and reach my best potential.
I like what I do. More accurately, I love what I do,
And here’s why . . .