When a thousand words all cut like glass and the mountain of sand beneath you crumbles, how are you supposed to pick yourself up from that?

There’s sand in your wounds and you’re still covered in the shattered pieces of the mirror. You’re infected and it’s going to take a lot of healing to fix that.

It’s a lot of fighting to get on your feet again. A battle no one else sees. One no one else is going to realize is happening, this massacre inside you. The blood bath in your head will only ever be in your head. The stab to your heart isn’t something you share because that makes you vulnerable.

So when you’re covered in glass and sand, make the choice: share your pain or let it destroy you alone.