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.
I am trapped. I am surrounded. By my own expectations. By my own desires.
A heart that has never been broken is not as strong as the heart that has.
When you’re crying on your bathroom floor you have to be the one to pick yourself up. When you’re hurting you need to know the best way to cope because someone won’t always be there to help you heal your wounds.
Remind yourself that Churchill lead a country while battling depression.
Depression doesn’t just come and go, it breathes you in.
The gravity of your situation didn’t sink in and your attitude didn’t help me come to terms with it either. You simply took it like you were diagnosed with the flu.