I have loved so deeply,yet I never felt that kind of purity in those that showed me love

I cared so intensely,yet never felt safe to long enough not to care for myself

I honored those that deserved and yet never walked in my own honor

I held on to keep the peace,yet I always walk in eggshells not to disturb their peace

I gave my heart to the course of being human, yet I haven't been one myself

I have healed broken hearts,yet I walk around as a human humpty Dumpty

I am a good listener,yet I can hear the echo when I speak for no one listens

Everything I had to overcome I did, yet I can heart and fwdDxrq mythem taking credit for it all

Friendship

I  advocate for being there for each other.In a sensible way because it really eases many of our struggles.Yesterday I had a serious migraine,the kind that makes you want to cry.So I tell my best friend and because health practitioners are interesting people she goes ahead to examine me.She makes a conclusion and recommends medication.

I had to have been working so my colleague called and I couldn't be heard because I was in distress.Few minutes later shows up at my door asking what was wrong.To which their next question was"Other than the pain ,are you okay?" My friends have turned into me, personally I'll ask you about your physical pain, I'll ask about the triggers and then I'll ask about medical history.What pain medication have you used in the past?How often do you use them.In the grand scheme of things that will help determine what you will need to ease the pain.

I still talked to another friend of mine who reminded me why I did this in the first place.Why I love medicine,how it is that the things that heal our pain are more than  the medicine.I am sorounded by intentional friendships,I am loved intentionally.

My mother has instincts the size of Africa,she always calls when something is wrong.Sometimes I will not tell her but she'll still know.Yesterday was no exceptions,she called and I I had to tell her because even her could hear that something was off.She prayed about it, which is one of her highest love languages.I am loved,trully.

Today I celebrate my friends,the people that hold me when I can't stand, reassure me when I need it .I have scaled the heights of life and today I am grateful that this is where I am.It took time but here we are,so I smile.I woke up and the headache is gone,the pain isn't here anymore. 

It's a brand new day and I can't wait to see what it brings my way.

Love language

We are not directly taught to love,we figure it out on our own,we use what was shown to us as example.Sometimes we even want more but that will depend entirely on the circumstances of who we hang around.I realized recently that love languages are a delicate subject.Most people will express their love the way they would want to be loved. More often than not this will end in premium tears.This is why ,you know how much effort it takes to love someone a certain way because you do it hoping they will give back.Which they don't because it's not their way of expressing love.So you give,give and give some more.Then because they don't give back you start to hurt.In your mind you are asking yourself why they don't appreciate your effort.While to them they're are doing what they think works.The lack of communication is the leading cause of breakups and heart breaks.If only we could do talk to each other, communicate our needs there would not be so much left unsaid.