This Is Starting Over
I had to teach myself how to be brave again.
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I had to teach myself how to be brave again.
Pretty sounds like something people tell you to make you feel better, like being told you’re talented when you’re still too inexperienced.
I’ve been waiting for you for a long time, but when confronted with your reality, I am scared.
When you’re feeling hollow, your heart may feel heavy and your stomach may feel empty in a way that food cannot nourish. Your mind may be searching for a distraction that can help you forget, if only for a moment, that you feel broken.
I wish for more firsts. First times going to new places. First times meeting new faces. First times feeling butterflies for the first time in a long time.
I cannot relive memories in order to render my present a shell of a life.
When I believed in you and thought you believed in me and I didn’t think more of what else could be.
I think some of the biggest tragedies are ones that are hidden in plain sight. It’s not always the big breakups or accidents. Sometimes it’s the slow forgetting of a person, the lingering way we start to stop staying in touch.