. On YOUR Truth .

When you’re pretty sure you’re broken, when they TELL you you’re broken, and when you feel like there’s no way in hell you’ll be able to crawl back together.
When you’re pretty sure there’s no one else that shares you’re cracks, crevices, problems, or hurts. When you’re pretty sure that your ugly won’t match the next person’s ugly.
When you’ve hidden it behind every wooden front door, when you’ve drawn the shades, when you’ve pulled up the quilts.
When paper gas station maps don’t matter. 
When convincing words don’t matter. 
When your second grade faith doesn’t make sense.
When all you can do is let your tears fall because that’s the truest damn thing you know.
When your hands are open and begging for what comes next, but you still fight the uncertainty of being able to handle it.
When your dreams aren’t wild enough. 
When your dreams are lost in a sudden fire. 
When your dreams are buried under baby blankets or a husband’s work transfer.
Here is what you do:
You tell the person next to you.
Even if it’s a whisper and even if your voice shakes. 
Even if it’s just a sentence of pure hopeful truth.
Even if you have to do it with your eyes closed.
You tell the person next to you.
When you tell the person next to you, you light a spark and then a connection is made.
You speak your truth and you speak your truth and the more you speak your truth
the more your spark ignites.
And pretty soon, you look around and your broken, map-less journey has lit a damn wildfire behind you and you have
blazed 
a
trail
for the hopeless.
xoxo, B.