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Carry it 'well'

A guy on TikTok (Sam Fischer) posted a song called Carry It Well. I'd been hearing snippets of the song and found myself listening on repeat. 

The lyrics:
Just because I carry it well
doesn't mean it isn't heavy and i don't need some help
I know I keep it locked down, but all I want now 
is somebody who can tell me how it's gonna work out. 

I saw news of a celebrity who took his own life last week. To say I was shocked was an understatement. From the picture painted across his social media, this guy radiated joy. He seemed like the guy who had truly found happiness and was doing ok. But in reality, that just meant he carried his pain "well."

What does that mean? To carry your pain well? 

I'm guessing it actually means we hide it. And I'm not sure that is considered carrying it well. 

The fact this song has more than 2 million views leads me to believe others are wrestling this season. I may not be able to tell you how it's all going to work out, but I can tell you there's future good in store. 



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