You All Are Monsters.

Yes. I'm talking to you, oh and of course, me too.

Why are you shocked? Close your mouth. Don't be surprised.

Why are your eyebrows raised? Chill. 🙄😂

Follow me....

You held someone together at 2 a.m. Talked them off a ledge, made them laugh when the world had gone completely silent on them. 

You gave and gave and gave, warmth from a body that was also running cold. That was monstrous. Who does that? Who pours from a cracked cup and calls it nothing?

You forgave something unforgivable. Not because it was deserved, it was not, but because you understood that hatred is a stone you carry, and your back was already tired. 

You chose peace the hard way. Quietly. Without applause. Without a single witness. Monstrous in the truest sense, extraordinary beyond what the ordinary human blueprint allows.

"You kept going on days the world had no idea you were barely surviving them."

You showed up, grieving, exhausted, misunderstood, and still made someone else feel seen. You swallowed your own storms so someone else could feel the sun.

You raised children, or raised yourself. You raised your hand in a room where no one expected you to have answers and you did it anyway. Without a cape. Without a headline, without anyone thinking to ask if you were okay.

So let me tell you what a monster actually is.

A monster is someone,

  M ore than the weight of everything that tried to break them. 

Someone who stays, O pen-hearted even when the world slammed every door in their face.

 Someone who  N ever once asked for help but never once failed to give it. 

Someone who simply S howed up, again and again, on days they had absolutely nothing left to show up with. 

Someone who T ried again, quietly, stubbornly, even after everything fell apart. 

Someone who became      E verything to everyone around them and somehow found a way to survive on whatever was left over.

 Someone who stayed R eal, stayed raw, stayed remarkable, through all of it.

That is what a monster looks like......

Not claws, not darkness, not something to run from. Something to become.

Now, you see, y'all are monsters...
Yeah. Including me.