"My little sister was screaming and I told her to shhh. My little sister was screaming because her insides were bruised and bleeding and both of our parents were silent and slumped." 

This one was difficult to write and might be difficult to read or listen to, but it is shared with the intention of recognising anyone who has felt that they have had to be strong. 

It is a story about brokenness and being put back togetherness, self imposed solitude and how it's quite a relief not to be "strong". 

I'd love to know if this is or has been you too...