Will you sit with me in my pain, rather than trying to make me feel better with platitudes?
For as long as it takes? As hard and as confusing and desperately uncomfortable it may be for us?
Will you watch me sob my gut wrenching, ugly, messy tears, without reaching for the tissues?
Will you hear my wails of hopelessness and despair? My cries of anger at the unfairness of it all?
Really hear them to your core? Hear it all without finding reason to quickly move on?
Can you walk with me in my highs and lows, and still love me the same?
Bear to be with me in my darkness and retreating, whilst waiting for my joy and brightness to return?
Because it will.
Sometimes I just want my pain to be heard.
Can you do this for me?
Can I let you?