What if you let your guard down and believe in the person who desperately tells you to believe in them. To take a chance. To trust again. Knowing fully well that you’ve been hurt and abused and torn all your life. That this step comes at the cost of your life. Of your ability to love.
And then… What when that person turns around and tells you that you aren’t enough? That all the worries and fears and insecurities you have are real because it’s not a fear of falling short, it’s the truth. You just aren’t good enough. Caring enough. Exciting enough. Just not enough.
How do you get up from bed then? Ever.