it's weird talking so casually about it. talking about it as if it's the weather, or what one had for dinner. a casual conversation about your struggles, about how scared you have been. it's hard to imagine another person going through these things, but that is almost the only reason you haven't lost hope. when i grew up all of these things were glorified, a damsel in distress was what a man wanted, someone who's broken and the only way to fix her is to love her. growing up with these expectations has caused me to be let down time and time again, as someone will not come in and fix what has been broken out of love. at least not for me.
