Some days, or weeks, or months even, we can be more fragile than other times. The world outside seems cold and cruel. Indifferent even. There can appear to be no one who understands you, what you're going through, where you are in life. And what you desire and what you dream can seem so far away.

All of us have woken in the middle of the night thinking of these things. All of us have felt these feelings on levels so deep that most of the time, we are unwilling to express them to another living soul. All of us have felt darkness and despair, and sit alone in that darkness.

When you are alone in that darkness, imagine the people you are close to. Imagine and remember their faces in as much detail as you can. Remember how they walk, and their mannerisms, and reach out to them in your mind. Imagine holding their hand in your mind, and showing them the darkness you feel inside.

Don't imagine their words. Imagine their love. Remember their love. If you have someone you can show this darkness to, even if it's in your head, you are blessed, and you will be ok.

If, as you imagine people in this darkness and they pull away from you, or attempt to strike you, imagine a wall between yourself and them. It can be a solid glass wall, or it can be brick upon brick. You can always take the bricks down later, but if you are feeling hurt, imagine building that wall around yourself. Inside this wall is you. Feel your strength, and your light, and feel that sense of peace inside.

Now imagine you have wings, like an angel. Wings of light that spread out, at least farther than you can reach your arms.

Remember yourself as this angel. Feel your own wings on your back, protecting and enfolding you as you fall into a peaceful slumber. There is no darkness here.

All best,

Rose

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Author's Bio: 

I consider myself an All-American woman. For a little over 10 years I grew up in the foster care system in Detroit and the surrounding suburbs. Officially adopted at the age of 14, my adoptive parents encouraged my passionate love of reading. To this day, I am the only person I know who used to skip class to go read in the library!