“The most memorable people in life will be the friends who loved you when you weren’t very loveable.”
Let go of the hateful body shaming people and tell yourself that they are insecure with themselves and what they say is not a reflection of you but a reflection of them.
It’s okay that you are sad and know you are not your sadness. You are not the things that hurt you. You are not your struggles. It’s okay that you are feeling this way.
Could there be a possibility they’re hopeFUL? Could there be a possibility they feel close to God? Could there be a possibility they feel BLESSED and COURAGEOUS?
I’m usually a determined and highly motivated young woman. I say “usually” because I’m referring to the days when my depression doesn’t have me by the neck.
A lot of these songs are hitting on one theme: women are ostensibly offered tons of choices but none they desire.
It’s okay to sit gloomily in your room wrapped inside your blanket. It’s okay to listen to the saddest song you’ve ever heard on repeat and feel inconclusive. It’s okay to want to cry and yell and scream, but not be able to.
Life feels pointless and my existence seems utterly worthless. I’m irritable and angry, blaming how I feel on everyone and everything that crosses my path, including you. And for this I am sorry.
Here’s what you need to know: It’s okay to not feel okay. It’s okay to be ‘off’. It’s okay to hurt, to be confused, to feel broken, to cry, to just need a break. It’s okay to need someone. It’s okay to seek help.
I like being alone. At least, I’ve convinced myself that I’m better off that way. But no one would be able to decipher that through my laugh, or my sly little grin whenever I make the people around me laugh.