Thought Catalog


I’m done saying sorry. I’m done being treated like I am the worst person in the world because I have to take care of my mental health before I take care of other people. I’m done having to say sorry to people who don’t understand what I am going through. I’m done apologizing for taking care of me.

She is the type of woman that will bleed into your veins as she speaks, for she is what brings you to life.

When night fell I stumbled in the dark
I thought you’d give me a hand
Or maybe instead just hold mine in it.
You didn’t,
And therein taught me lesson five
On lighting my own candles