I think it’s really brave of you. There’s valour in stepping out of your sheets when your flesh is numb, there is a charisma when you decide to get a warm shower and dress up when your bones are weary, when your stamina to fight is 0.1 but you still decide to give it a go.
It is a proud moment for the cosmos to witness yet another broken, exclusively and solely depressed soul trying to fix itself, little by little, piece by piece. I know it’s hard to put on some music and brew coffee for yourself when you aren’t fine, I know this day won’t be easy but I know you will survive.
Days will pass by slowly but surely and time won’t fly. Memories would not do any good, they will remind you of the good and bad, they’ll sting you from moment to moment, time to time. Talking it out won’t be simple and surely, there won’t be many people by your side but honey, remember, you need to put yourself first and you will survive.
You will fear those good memories fading out to traces in your mind but sometimes we need to let go off some things, things that cause more damage if you hold on to them. Make space for new ones and maybe then you’ll realise, somethings happen all over again, it will hurt all over again but honey, you need to survive.
Stay. Don’t go. Stay for the love of yourself, stay just for your own because you yourself are the only person you can talk it out to. You are the only one who will completely understand. You might be broken but not so unfixable. You know you can mend yourself, you know you can mould yourself. And remember, this is a part of life.
Keep moving and keep growing.
Contradiction. Dilemma. Love. Passion. Depression. It is a part of life.
So honey live for yourself, you know you can. Live for the fact that you are no mediocre sad love song… you are poetry, obligatory to be read at 3 a.m.