I feel so low. I feel deflated, with nothing left inside of me. Everyone says I will feel okay one day, but unfortunately I simply don’t see it. I feel wrung out with nothing left to give. Just dry and drying still into something that will soon crack with lack of moisture- happiness and hope.
I feel so motivated. I can’t stop. I have to keep going. I have to cry and feel sad and let it out hoping that soon there will be no more tears left. I need to move on and let myself be ok with being okay.
Pass this on Tumblr
This is actually pretty important
very important information
I just love love love the carefully constructed language here. It’s all about what you can do, because you have choices and options and complete control. It’s not about what you have to do or should do. Such an important distinction for survivors.
To have and to hold. ❤️