Let it start with a slow twitch of a finger, if you must. Let it start with you blinking at the sky, or the floor. Take a breath and feel the weight of the air in your lungs. Begin to feel all the places you are sore, tracing the outline of invisible bruises with your dry fingertips. Just because the others can’t see them doesn’t mean they aren’t there. Pain is one of the most personal things we will ever experience. When nothing else is our any longer, pain still belongs to us.
Did they dim your shine? Extinguish your spark? Listen to me:
Just because they killed you doesn’t mean it’s over.
Now, read that again.
Just because they killed you does not mean that this is over.
You are not done, here.
It is time to get up from whatever thing it was that broke you.
Get up, darling. Walk toward something new.
Find yourself, then find your way to us.
And if when you get here, it feels like home…