Even If It Breaks Your Heart

by Erin Hahn

I might be broke, but grace costs nothing.

I’m fluent in the concept of denial, that maybe if we keep those scary parts of us hidden, we won’t ever have to face them.

“It’s okay to accept help. The world won’t fall apart if you’re not holding it.”

there’s something fucked up that happens after being told no so many times. The hope dies. It hurts too much, and eventually, self-preservation kicks in. You stop trying to escape. You stop asking for more than what you have. You learn to be grateful, even, for the little you’re given.

Family, always; familiar, no longer.