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@sunshine-depression
i swear i don’t hate people i just get exhausted so fast
“Those who know what it’s like in the dark will do anything to stay in the light.”
— Victoria Aveyard, King’s Cage
“Let them judge you. Let them misunderstand you. Let them gossip about you. Their opinions aren’t your problems. You stay kind, committed to love and free in your authenticity. No matter what they do or say, don’t you doubt your worth or the beauty of your truth. Just keep shining like you always do.”
— Scott Stabile
i crave connection but fear vulnerability like a plague
sometimes i feel like i'm drowning in the sea of my own thoughts
to my inner child
i know you don’t recognize me.
how could you?
you’ve waited in the dark so long,
held the silence so tightly,
that hope began to sound like a lie.
but i’m here.
i’m you – just later.
and i’ve come
to say the words
no one ever said to you.
i remember.
the freezing stillness among voices
that never heard a thing.
the feeling
that your body no longer belonged to you –
like someone switched off the light
and whispered, be quiet now.
i know how shame
crawled into your bones,
quietly,
a little more every day.
how you asked yourself,
what did i do?
what’s wrong with me?
you were so small.
so heartbreakingly small.
and still you thought
you had to understand.
you began to hate yourself.
felt dirty.
buried it all deep inside –
because no one was there
to walk with you through the pain.
and me?
i didn’t look at you for a long time.
i’m sorry.
so endlessly sorry.
i know how you cried at night.
in secret.
so quiet, you could barely breathe.
how you wished
you could disappear.
how you learned
to function instead of feel.
to smile with a mouth full of rubble.
and then – that hunger.
for closeness.
for safety.
for someone to simply say, i see you.
but every time
you showed your feelings,
you were told you were “too much.”
“too sensitive.”
“too loud.”
so you swallowed them.
one by one.
until you swallowed yourself too.
my little one…
you never deserved any of it.
you were a good child.
with a heart
bigger than anything,
it should’ve had to carry.
and you broke under things
that were never your fault.
and still – you stayed.
i know trust is hard for you.
but please –
let me sit with you.
just for a while.
i don’t see a broken thing.
not a mistake.
but a brave child
who kept walking with open wounds.
you don’t have to prove anything now.
not your strength,
not your silence,
not your worth.
you’re allowed to feel.
you’re allowed to fall.
i will catch you.
and if you want –
i will hold you.
until you can breathe again.
until you know:
you’re never alone again.
I feel like I’m already dead but I have to keep on living
The thoughts in my head turn into questions that start to get louder and louder. Questions that I ask myself again until I doubt myself, and these questions become thoughts at night that keep me awake.
Why do I exist when there is no reason to live?
What's the point behind it if I always fail in life?
Why do I continue if I don't have a place that feels like home?
Why do I never feel good enough?
Why do I smile when I lost my laughter years ago?
Why does it still hurt when I don't really feel anything?
"Those who don't understand Pain, will never understand true peace"
- Tendo Pain
"The hidden rain village"
“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”
— Theodor Seuss Geisel