When the pain is so great but so invisible that you can shout it, but no one believes you – you are heard.
When you give your wisdom in a solid voice, but people turn to the loudest, easiest one – you are heard.
When you are small and broken and powerless to speak – you are heard.
When you blog every day and never receive one comment – you are heard.
When you fill notebooks and pages and screens with word after word that no one else reads – you are heard.
When you whisper a prayer in the tiniest corner of your mouth, when you rage against the clouds with the force of hurricanes, when you speak clearly and directly with all the voice you have – you are heard.
You are heard. You are loved. Keep on speaking.