You are not isolated.
You are surrounded.
Believe it. In the quiet of your spirit.
In the absence of all of the racket,
In the depths of your heartbreak.
Wherever you touch emptiest.
And loneliest.
And most deprived.
Hold on.
There are those walking beside you.
Carrying your grief and guiding your footsteps, and keeping you safe.
There are advocates everywhere.
Wanting you to succeed and cheering you on, and naming you brave.
And honourable.
And capable.
Listen closely, and you will feel them.
You are not solitary.
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