December 7 to 8, 1912 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
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December 7 to 8, 1912 Letters to Felice by Franz Kafka First published : 1973
This
Little signs you are healing (even if it doesn’t feel like it):
You pause before reacting, even if it’s just for a second.
You notice your thoughts instead of immediately believing all of them.
You have moments, small, quiet ones where things feel a little lighter, even if they don’t last long.
You are starting to recognize what hurts you, even if you don’t know how to fix it yet.
You come back to yourself a little faster than you used to.
You let yourself rest sometimes, without as much guilt.
You are more aware of what you need, even if you struggle to give it to yourself.
You are trying. Even on the days where it feels like you are failing, you are still here, still moving through it.
You have days that feel okay, and instead of them feeling impossible, they feel… real, even if unfamiliar.
You are learning that not every thought deserves your attention.
You are still hurting sometimes, but it doesn’t feel exactly the same as before.
Healing doesn’t always look like big changes.
Sometimes it looks like this, small shifts, quiet awareness, softer moments that come and go.
And even if it doesn’t feel like progress, it is.
You are not stuck in the exact same place you were before.
Something in you is changing.
Even if it’s slow. Even if it’s subtle.
It still counts.
can i come over and eat your face
That privilege belongs to my cat when I die.
I'm obviously handling everything really well. Says the girl sobbing on her couch at 7am.
me too
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Edgar Allan Poe. The Sleeper Originally published 1831
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“Recovery is a process. It takes time. It takes patience. It takes everything you’ve got.”
— Unknown
Textbook corporate greed.