Inconsistency
Oh how inconsistent life can be, or maybe it’s just me.
How I miss writing, going for walks, traveling, discovering new spots, treating myself.
When did other people’s mental health become more important than my down?
When did I become for depend on other people’s opinions?
When did I become the person that needs someone else?
You are no good to anyone else if you are run down and empty.
A gentle reminder that you come first, always.
You cannot help if you are in need of help yourself.
A gentle reminder that life is still worth living on nights when you’ve moved out to Brooklyn and don’t know a soul; on nights when no one picks up the phone because you never even called; on nights when things don’t go as planned; on nights when you just cry and put on your clothes and head out anyway; on nights when your feet get soaked in the rain; on nights when you forget to pray.
Life is still worth living on those nights too.
Here’s to figuring it out and conquering depression on those nights too.
xoxo
Haydee Liz












