We were told to carry our sadness with eyes blinded and spirts high.
But the pain we pick up is like buckets of stones that are too heavy to carry alone.
These heavily weighted buckets are stuck to hearts but the more we speak up, you soon will discover we are here to help.
Tell your friends, your family, and once to yourself. Lift those buckets and stay true all the way through. With Luck Always. -Ł