Savannah Jaye

On Sunday morning I received a text message from a friend about my blog saying:

Sometimes I don’t want to read your new posts because your writing can put me in a place that I don’t to be in. It’s too relatable for me. I’m not saying its depressing, because that’s not always it. I would describe your writing as a beautiful, but painful, truth.

I just got a text from another friend informing me that another piece he just read (Dream #1) made him “sad on the inside.”

I actually publicly shared my writing tonight for the first time ever at a local open mic. It was scary and therapeutic and wonderful and intense and a whole bunch of other adjectives all at the same time and I loved and hated every second of it, and I honestly cannot wait for the opportunity to do it again.

But anyways, all of that was really about this fact:
life sucks sometimes,
and it is okay to say that.

there will be days that everything seems out of control.
there will also be weeks and months and YEARS where
every
last
fucking
thing goes wrong.
and i know it because i’ve lived it.

it’s okay though.
we’re human, and we’re allowed to feel that.
there is nothing wrong with acknowledging that pain inside.
the trick is also to acknowledge that there is hope for a new day.

i pray that when you read something i write that it makes you feel,
because i want what i write to be honest.

so, i hope it’s the kind of truth that sinks in to your gut,
and stays sunken there like an unwelcome anchor.
but, also, as a constant reminder that you’re alive.
and that you are capable of feeling something more.