There are these thoughts that come to you and then they leave. Before you understand what to do with them, before you process them or write them down to process later. They just alter you and leave.

Pain is a beautiful thing. Because it's all yours. It has no half commitments, no change of pattern. It comes into your life and hits you hard; no other soul can know it for you. It's personal. All of it. Just yours.

Be the velveteen rabbit. Let it happen and let it wear you out. Let it make you real.