Then you will call, and the Lord will answer; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

Isaiah 58:9

I give up drowning without calling out for help.
I give up holding it together.
I give up keeping it strong.
I give up looking cool.
I give up stuffing it down.
I give up the fear of looking needy.
I give up the fear of looking too sad.
I give up the fear of looking too angry.
I give up the fear of looking too heartbroken.
I give up the fear of being human.
I give up the fear of my wholly moley imperfections.
I give up the fear of my gaping holes that need filling.
I give up my armor.
I cry for help.
Help comes.
This I believe.