Some people wear their trauma like a badge of honor; others wear it like a scarlet letter.

Some people will offer support because of what has happened to them; others will demand support because of what has happened to them.

Some people will claw their way out of the cavernous hole of their pain and break free of it; others get buried alive by it.

Some people wish for peace and healing for everyone; others treat trauma like a competition, and they have to win.

I’m sorry, but you cannot compete with me; you see, I want you to win too. No matter what you do, no matter what you say, I will always want you to be well, whether I’m a part of that picture or not. By no means am I perfect, but I will always endeavor to right a wrong when given the opportunity; even if you rob me of that opportunity, I will still wish for only good things for you.

In a world where we can be anything, we really should just be kind. And when the end comes, well…let it be known that I tried.