I Wrote This for You, 2007-2017

by Iain S. Thomas

Those aren’t scars. That’s where life underlined the important parts of you.

Nowhere on your body and nowhere on the Earth is it written: You were made to suffer.

You only fix the things you feel deserve to be fixed, as if you’re a special kind of person who doesn’t deserve to sort their own life out because of who they are. Like your brokenness is a symptom of being you. “I can let that wait, I don’t need to do this because I don’t deserve to have it done. My life is always only ever incomplete.” And yet, no one deserves the full benefit of being you, more than you.

The View From The Hospital – Wednesday, January 4, 2012 If you can’t let go, you can’t put your heart back in your chest.

The least you could do, is uncross your heart. Unhope to die.

If I’m loud, it’s because I’m above the wave and if you can’t hear me, it’s because I’m under it. And I never want you to worry because the nature of a wave, is to pass.

The Things I Have Felt Have Torn Me Apart – Wednesday, February 1, 2012 Those who walk away from you in the dark should be forgotten in the light.

This is why it hurts the way it hurts. You have too many words in your head. There are too many ways to describe the way you feel. You will never have the luxury of a dull ache. You must suffer through the intricacy of feeling too much.

If you can do nothing else, tell the truth. Say, “I don’t know who I was before now, and I don’t know who I’ll be tomorrow.” Say, “There are things about me you’ll never fix, and it’s not your job to fix me.” Say, “I feel things I don’t know how to feel.” Say, “We can be anything but we can’t be everything.” Say, “I can do nothing else, this is me and this is all there is.” If anyone stays with you after you’ve told them that, stay with them as long as they’ll have you.

If you’re not who you used to be, you still have time to become who you could be.

I think there are two things everyone has, the one is The Great Sadness and the other is How Weird I Really Am. I think everyone has them but only some of us are brave enough to talk about them. I don’t know if I’m brave but I do know that sometimes I’m sad and sometimes, I worry about how weird I really am and if you do too, that’s ok. We’ll both be ok. We’ll both be weird and sad and ok together.

You say there is an ‘us’ and a ‘them’ and we must fight. I say there is only an us. And we must love.