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I know I sounded like a big fucking baby here, and while I've definitely been a bit hormonal this week, I wanted to write from the heart. 

Because my truth is that I struggle, just like you struggle, even if our issues, (or buttons), aren't the same. 

I believe we all are doing the best we can at any given moment. 

I believe that sometimes we say things we don't mean in the heat of a moment, things that can't be unsaid, and that what happens afterwards is the tell. 

I believe that sometimes we make mistakes, mistakes that might not be fixed. And while it's sometimes easier to believe 'everything happens for a reason', that it's 'for the better', I'm not so sure anymore.

I believe there are choices and then there are consequences. And then there's that shit ton of gray area that follows. 

I believe that each day we're given the gift of breathe and to start again. With the best that we have for that day.