I know you’re tired of me and how I always look broken even when you’re whole.
Nobody tells you that losing a friend is as painful as losing a lover.
I had good days without you. I’ve been successful at work, happy in my home, and I am running again. The sunrises are beautiful again. I don’t wake up crying anymore, and though this feels so selfish and terrible to admit, I have been happy since the loss of you. I thought I was healing.
That is the goal, right? To find happiness, to find purpose? Don’t shy away from it when you do.
Remember that someone smiles just knowing that you’re here. You make someone’s day better, you make them look forward to something and you make them fight through hard days. Someone’s world is better because you’re in it.
Do relationships really make you happier?
A sparkling December has passed, and an upcoming lonely February fills me with fear.
You could have been the light in my life and I stopped you from getting in. I am so sorry for making you pay for what I did.
All of the sadnesses along the way are just progress until the end.
Try telling me I am not my disease on a day I’d walk through fire just to feel anything, or on a day I imagine what it would be like to sit at the bottom of the ocean and be drowned in its silence.