I just need a hug. I just need to be held for a long time and told that it’s going to be ok. That I’m ok.
I need to be reassured that I am lovable, and worthy, and that it will work out for me.
I need a break. I need peace and quiet and calm. And the demands to go away. Just for a little bit. So I can catch my breath so I can keep on fighting.
I just need some TLC – some tender loving care.