let the rain.

"I wrote a song about rebirth. It's a theme in my life that keeps coming up and I hold this ideal near and dear to my heart. We all face different challenges and obstacles and it's up to us to decide how to approach them. I'd like to think I'm someone that has the capacity to be brave, but honestly, it's something I work really hard at. This song is about my most profound fears and was ultimately the tool that helped me move past them. Sometimes we have to brave the rain to get to the sun." - Sara B.

strip me.

Everyday I fight for
All my future somethings
A thousand little wars
I have to choose between
I could spend a lifetime
Earning things I don't need
That's like chasing rainbows
And coming home empty   

And if you strip me,
Strip it all away
If you strip me,
What would you find
If you strip me,
Strip it all away
I'll be alright 

Take what you want
Steal my pride
Build me up
Or cut me down to size
Shut me out
But I'll just scream
Im only one voice in a million
but you aint taking that from me
Oh oh no you aint taking that from me
I dont need a microphone
To say what I been thinking
My heart is like a loudspeaker
Thats always on eleven 

Cos when it all boils down 

At the end of the day 

Its what you do and say 

That makes you who you are 
Makes you think about, think about it

Sometimes all it takes is one voice

intervention.

I saw a tv show this afternoon called 'intervention'.. and basically it features people who suffers from an addiction of some sort, who later on would accept free therapy. The certain episode I saw documented the lives of a meth user who cuts herself at certain points and an anorexic slash bulimic who would do purging and  laxatives everyday. It was sooo crazy.. the amount of injury and pain they would inflict to themselves, the other one even needed 16 stitches after cutting herself deep.. and its not like they did what they did due to skin-deep reasons.. as how it was portrayed, both of them had horrid molestation issues in the past and the addiction became like their way of coping up.. a means to try to go on with their everyday lives.

Towards the end of the show the interventionist gathered up their family and loved ones to convince the subjects into cleaning themselves up via therapy/rehab.. I found myself in tears while watching that certain part.. I swear I could not help my eyes from crying 'cause it was breaking my heart to see all those love and pain and regrets rolling up in between those people. I was crouching so low from where I was sitting 'cause I was aware that I looked like a total buffoon if anybody saw me there with my eyes so puffy. And as if I didn't had enough, the show that followed was somehow similar in context only that it  was more about people dealing with obsessive compulsions. 

It is such a pity knowing that a growing number of people is suffering from these kind of situations and that most of them aren't  offered or who would not seek help. On the other note it also made me entirely thankful of whatever problem and anxieties I have at the moment... grateful that its nothing compared to what those people were struggling through. That amidst anything.. I have a functional support system.. a sound mind.. and a big God to be thankful for.