Finally Admitting

There is sometimes so much power in admitting things.

I often find myself wanting to say that I’m depressed, anxious, or overwhelmed,

but there is this other voice that tells me that I should also be grateful,

happy,

excited,

and grateful again.

I must stay grateful.

But there is something just so oddly satisfying about finally admitting:

I am sad.

I feel as if I’ve been sad for so long but forced myself to stay “grateful” and “cheerful.”

It has made me feel fake;

like I am glossing over something that just needs to be finally looked at straight on.

It’s like admitting is this action

of full acceptance.

This giving up of trying to “pretty” your suffering.

It is there,

it doesn’t need to be ignored.

And I find that when I do finally admit things,

it’s much easier to move through life.

When we wait to admit the truth,

they weigh us down.

But when we finally look them in the eye

and accept them,

it feels like they walk with us.

It’s easier to breathe.

We are able to walk forward again.

We are able to finally look ahead.

What do you need to admit today?