Beloved

I don’t quite recall the moment that I chose courage over fear; yet making that choice has largely defined my life.

Perhaps it was the decision to jump, at 13 or Dad’s death at 17; or perhaps somewhere along the train tracks in the middle.

No matter.

For it wasn’t until I had to let my beloved go that I had to confront the truth: that courage only exists because of fear.

And that therefore, for people like us, there is no choice: but to keep fighting.

*with thanks to the beautiful soul who sent me these words on the back of an envelope as part of my #100DayProject on #Grief  xo