Why would I make it worse when I don’t know why I want to be on the outside anyway?
And I can’t get it back. It’s all gone.
SOS, God. I’m drowning. I can’t breathe.
Won’t you please part the sea for me?
I’m sick of being sick
I’m tired of being sad
It’s really hard to fight when all I’ve known is feeling bad
But it’s okay. I’m getting help.
Even if I don’t feel like I need it quite yet.
I just can’t right now.
These relationships are what made going to school worthwhile for me…now, it’s like it never happened.
Understanding my family history has allowed me to tap into this new piece of my identity and I couldn’t be prouder of it.
When no one knows how to treat you, it feels like theres no hope for better days.
7. no one tries to understand how crappy I’m genuinely feeling on any given day