I am struggling. I know it seems like that is all I ever do, but I have been struggling a lot more lately, I am unable to get myself out of this funk and I have absolutely no motivation to do so. I hate it here. I hate that I get pockets of happiness or small moments where it seems like things could be better, that I could be better. But they are fleeting and far in between, wrapped in an oversized cloak of misery.
I don't know exactly how it feels because I am not in your shoes, but I can definitely relate.
Please do not let go of the glimmer of hope you have. You'll get through this and it will be better.
Stay strong, and remember that our minds lie.
Ps: go through your journal and see how far you've come. You ARE making progress. The sun will rise again and this darkness will go away.
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I hope today is not that day. I hope today is better. I hope there’s sunshine today. I hope the plants are green today.
I hope because that’s all I’ve got of the two options where the second is not executable.
You, my darling, are entitled to feel all you feel, no comparison, no pressure.
I hope the sun kisses you in the right places today.
I don’t know if I’m making any sense, but these lines came to mind after reading this beautiful piece.