Purpose

What is my purpose?

That is a question I have been asking for as long as I can remember. And yet, today, I find myself living out part of my purpose. A part that I have been dreading for so many years.

I was disgusted by this purpose when, years ago, I was told that this is why I survived what I have survived.

I have befriended a fellow survivor. Someone who is looking for support and in need of love.

The thought of speaking openly about what I survived used to terrify me. Yet I am speaking openly. I am without shame.

The thought of bearing another person's burdens used to be suffocating. Yet I am trying desperately to shoulder the weight. I want to help carry this.

I am hoping that this survivor trusts me because I know I am worthy of that trust. Rarely do I feel worthy of trust.