I feel guilty for falling apart. I feel guilty for losing hope. I feel guilty for letting the people I convinced life ain’t all bad down. I feel guilty for letting the world down. If I give up on me, then I can’t help others. I couldn’t live with that.
A structure held up by denying my pain is a destructive structure. Anything that crumbles under the weight of truth makes space for what’s better and more wholesome. Nothing should be fuelled by your shadow.