Not that tweeter is dead I'll be commenting here about thoughts on grief, life changes and art content.
I'm struggling to hold on these few days. Despite being able to see my sister and my nephews I just feel so lost.
Happiness has been a feeling that I'm able to actualize or feel completely easily. I know that others lives don't easily fall into place like something outa a story book, they have just as hard experiences as my own and teachers their own troubles in their own way. But if I don't have faith and hope in dreams, if I don't believe in my own happy ending then what am Iiving for? Something I get asked is how am I doing? Which in my mind sounds more like, "hey, how are you surviving hell?" Honestly, sometimes I have no idea how I've made it this far or how I wake up some days. Come December I'm a mess of depression anxiety and PTSD. I've struggled and contemplated the end of my own existence the last three years then ever before in my life. I keep thinking back to reading my finances journals, which contained depressive episodes and her own end of life. I keep remembering her telling me that she some survived a massive head blow when she should of passed, and after she just wanted to hold on and keep believing love was out their. So, I held onto her words. They were my life preserve in an otherwise endless void of grief. Grief has made me someone, I'm only starting to see as myself again.
I don't want thing to end where they are but I respect those involved to much to not hear their wishes and grant them. I wish it wasn't so, but we're just going in different directions. Though I want them to stay and for us to work it just isn't in the cards right now. I don't know when or what my happily ever after looks like...or if I ever will find it. I want to believe it's our their, they are out their.












