My darlings, I've decided to start writing 100 letters, everyday, for 100 days. Some will be short and others will be long, but it's to get these thoughts, these whispers out of my head, out of this heavy heart that sometimes makes it hard to breathe.
I'd like to thank you for your continuing support and comments posted on this blog that I'm well aware can be morbid and dark at times. I am OK. I know some of you worry, but I'm healing. I still hurt, but it's not so overwhelming lately. That's what's so wonderful about this world of bloggers. We heal each other. We listen. We speak. Here, I feel like I have a voice, like someone, though it may be no one, somewhere in this universe is listening. And even with that knowledge, I feel a little stronger, I can walk with my head higher, and sometimes without my earbuds clinging to my ears.
Before, I head off to bed, to dream of something far greater than what I can even hope for, I'd like to ask...What is in YOUR gallery of broken hearts? What are you sorry for? Who do you miss?
I'd love to hear these things. I love you all so much.