I don’t need to understand how she exists, or why. My sister is with me at all times, but her presence is somehow more pronounced when I need her the most.
The only definition in being human is being subject to error. It is in our nature to be fallible.
You don’t owe anyone an explanation for being who you are. Some people will never understand depression; they will never understand how you can go from being completely fine to feeling so empty. They will tell you to ‘cheer up’ and to ‘get over it,’ but I know it’s a lot more complicated than that.
It’s normal that you find yourself punching your pillow at two in the morning, feeling frustrated that the person who broke your heart has also found their way into the one time of your 24-hour day that your mind is supposed to be freed from thinking about them
I can’t control the tears, the anxiety or the sickness I feel inside me.
But I’ll let them be a reminder to appreciate how good things are when they’re good and to feel the desperation in my heart when things are bad.
Today feels like I am alone and like no one could possibly understand this feeling and so I won’t talk about it.
I let it all out. And I cried. And I wasn’t okay. And I wanted my mom and my dog and someone to share my innermost feelings with. I felt alone, and I was scared, and I was sad, and I wasn’t okay.
No, you are not made of some strong durable metal or stone. No, you do not always have your life together like the rest of the world seems to think. And no, you don’t have a cold ruthless heart.
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.
The next day will be harder than the first.