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An Open Letter To The Girl Who Fell Out Of Love With Life

This is an open letter to the girl who feels like she’s fallen out of love with life.

Can you remember the last time that you woke up in the morning with the feeling that you existed for a reason? When’s the last time that you smiled and it wasn’t forced? How long has it been since you felt like yourself?

If you’re anything like me, it feels like forever ago that you were in love with life. It probably breaks your heart to look back at the girl that you used to be and know that she isn’t ever coming back. Somewhere along the way, the mundane things in life started to become crippling. Not only was it simply hard to get out of bed in the morning, but even the things that you used to love no longer bring you satisfaction. You used to be in love with the idea of being alive. The thought that you’re still young and have your entire life ahead of you was exciting. Now you don’t know who you are and the thought of having to suffer through this life much longer is painful.

I’m here to tell you it gets better. I know. I know what you’re thinking. How could I possibly know that? I’ve never walked in your shoes or felt your pain, and you’re right, I never have. All I know is that I’ve spent many nights crying myself to sleep. I know what it’s like to dread the thought of seeing another day through. You see, I was the girl who fell out of love with life. And now I’m the girl who’s slowly falling back in love with it. Some days are still hard, but not every single day anymore. It took a lot of strength and a lot of perseverance to get through the darkness. But I can promise you that on the other side of it all, it’s worth sticking around for. It’s the little things that make life worth living. It’s the mailman who tips his hat. It’s the stranger that tells you they like your outfit today. It’s the car in front of you who pays for your meal. Stay alive for the little things. Be proud of yourself for making it this far. Be proud of yourself for still breathing. I can’t give you all the answers, but I can tell you this. As long as you are still here, you still have purpose. Hold onto that truth and let it propel you forward. It gets better, it really does. I pray that knowledge gives you a little hope.

Sincerely,

The girl who is learning how to fall back in love with life

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