It’s a beautiful thing, really. To be able to fall asleep easy; to not wallow in our own self pity just hours before we fall fast asleep.
Most of us make great efforts to reach closure. To find it. To discover happiness, freedom, and peace.
But what if we can’t– what if our ability to concentrate on progression is weak? What do we do?
We fight. We stand up for ourself, and we use what we were given at birth. Our voice is the most powerful instrument and we should never feel ashamed to speak up on something we don’t agree with. Especially when there’s feelings involved. We’re human, we have a right to feel.
Too many times we think of the best things to say, when it’s too late. But really, it’s never too late. As long as I’m breathing, it’s never too late.
I said what I had to say. I said exactly what was on my mind, every. single. night. I was fearful of rejection, lack of pity or understanding, and even just the thought of being perceived as a lonely person was enough to change my mind.
But I needed this. I needed the closure. I wasn’t capable of finding it on my own. Some nights I was able to convince myself I was fine, but other nights I punched my pillow and cried. I needed answers. I needed my voice to be heard.
I feel better now. The result was what I feared, but I’m better off knowing the truth rather than wallowing in my own pity, waiting for what could possibly never come or worse, allowing my mind to indulge in the idea of a perfect fantasy world.
I fall asleep much easier now, and it’s a beautiful thing.