This is for the days when our hearts hurt like hell, pulsating with a fierce, fiery pain.This is for the days when we bite back tears, trying too hard to swallow them whole.
This is for the days when our souls feel heavy, so we slump our tired shoulders down, down, down.
This is for the days when getting out of bed feels like a bad-ass, award-winning achievement.
This is for the days when we tremble with anger, our temper on super-short hairline-triggers.
This is for the days when we feel empty, useless and invisible, like a hungry ghost.
This is for those really tough days.
The days that rip us wide open, leaving us naked and exhausted, shivering in the dark.
The days where we just want to give up.
The days where we want to run far, far, away.
But, we can’t.
We can’t run. Or hide. Or give up.
Because if we did, the only person we would be running from is ourselves.
We would be giving up on ourselves.
Hiding from ourselves.
So, yes, we can try to bail and haphazardly fling ourselves under a fast-moving bus when the going gets tough.
But the thing is—we actually need ourselves the most on those freaking tough, trying and terrible days.
Let’s stick it out.
We don’t need to understand what we’re feeling.
We don’t need to analyze it.
We just need to stay and support the shit out of ourselves.
What can we do?
We can be bold and dive right into the toughness of the day, feeling the icy water drip into our hearts, freezing to form incredibly beautiful icicles.
We can run directly towards ourselves, sprinting with wide open arms, a supportive smile and a glass of succulent red wine.
We can buy our battered souls a big bouquet of blossoming flowers.
We can clear a space and cry a thousand crystalline drops till the skies clear and our salty tear-rain has passed.
We can run our soul a frothy bubble bath, slip into mile-high lavender bubbles and take a breath.
We can retreat from the world, burrow under our covers, sigh, moan and just hurt.
We can ask ourselves, “What can I do for you right now?”
We can be really ballsy, wear our heart on our sleeve and ask a trusted friend for an extra-large serving of support.
We can curl up in child’s pose and cry into our yoga mats.
We can write, paint, dance and sing our hurt, our passionate pain, our wicked grief, and express it no-holds-barred, creating magical art from our madness.
We can cue up an angsty, melancholy playlist and sob or scream or tremble till our hearts slip into a soothed state.
We can reach out, take our own hand and squeeze it hard.
There are a thousand beautiful things we can do to support ourselves.
So let’s vow now to never, ever abandon our sweet selves again.
Because, yes, some days are incredibly tough.
But they can be really juicy, too.
They can be transformative.
They can be beautiful.
They can be filled with inspiration.
They can be chock-full of creativity.
They can be exactly what we need.
So, let’s be bold and stick around.
Let’s be badass and meet those tough days head on.