Courage. It breaks silence. Everyone has a story. Some are happy, some are sad, some are still untold and forced to be buried. As a child, our normal is molded by our home life. We believe truths that we are given, the pictures that are painted for us. We don't know any different, this normal is what becomes our reality. Parents want their children to have a better life than they had. Lets be real... bad stuff happens. What do they tell us and when do they choose to protect us? Some people are encouraged to keep their story quiet. Maybe silenced verbally and forced to internalize it all, or maybe to just ignore it and "focus on the positive". Maybe our childhood reality still stands. If your reality is still accurate,- WHOA!!! That is love, dude. That is raw.. and real... it's truth covered in tons of unconditional love. THAT is so beautiful. Aging is so interesting. It's fun, awkward, weird, crazy......and interesting. My mom had a sign