You’re doing everything you possibly can to shake this unwelcomed feeling, that has made a home inside you.
What I fail to understand is why did you make me fall for you when you weren’t even going to be there to catch me? Why did you go all in, say all those words, make me believe that you were actually in love with me?
Depression is being the happiest saddest person, people know but there’s a bit of beauty to someone who knows both emotions at such an extreme level.
I can see it in your eyes you’re in desperate need of finding yourself and finding what will make you whole.
Being in public and seeing something on the internet that makes you LOL and being unable to stop yourself. And then seeing some stranger laughing just because you’re laughing.
The people who got out of these dark times before you weren’t better than you, or stronger than you, or less burdened than you. They felt weak and sad and like they were barely hanging on – just like you. BUT, they kept going.
Depression is standing in a crowded room and you just want to be as happy as everyone appears to be.
The days are shorter now, but the nights are longer and you appreciate that. Beauty requires contrast, and light requires darkness for its existence.
In another life, we’re spending the holidays in Hawaii. We don’t fight as much this time, though.
Don’t give up on yourself because the beauty of life isn’t only about blissful days. It’s the thrill of not knowing what’s to come.