Growing up I’m thankful for it.. Despite its sad sad core, I think it’s made me kind, and resilient, and empathetic.
But there are days out of the blue when all those emotions rush back and I got caught in the moments.
And there’s an elephant sitting on my chest.
These days I practice making peace with stress and anxiety, the same way I did with those hollow feelings at 19 y/o that I couldn’t name.
I stopped fighting it.
I stopped masking it.
It waxes and wanes.
I still find joy in everyday, which I’d like to pat myself in the back for.
I feel like I’m missing a life I haven’t even experienced yet..
I dont know what I’m writing
It doesn’t even make sense in words
Tonight is one of those strange nights
Tomorrow will be better
I’ll make myself feel better :)
I can.
“ It is both a blessing
And a curseTo feel everything
So very deeply.”
- David Jones