I've fallen back from people & people have fallen back from me! In the end, everyone is doing what’s best for them! Expired friendships, relationships, etc., do not mean beef. I’m just out of energy to give!
I stopped telling people when my mental health starts slipping again. Once I heard someone say how exhausting it is to love someone with depression and anxiety it stuck with me. The last thing I ever want is for the people I love to feel drained because I’m trying so hard just to keep my head above water. So instead, I drown quietly. Alone. Not because I want to, but because I’d rather suffer in silence than be a burden. That’s a pain most people will never understand.
Life been weird lately. It feels like a mixture of blessings, lessons, and confusion all at once. Some days I'm grateful. Some days I'm tired. Some days I'm just trying to make sense of it all. But no matter how draining it gets, I still show up. I still move with faith. I still trust that everything is coming together for me, even when it don't look like it yet. I've learned not to question the timing. I've learned to grow through what I don't understand. And I don't know who need to hear this... but don't give up. Keep going
a girl on tiktok said "healing is so hard because it is a constant battle between your inner child who is scared and just wants safety.... your inner teenager who is angry and just wants justice.... and your current self-who is tired and just wants peace." and it hits me hard.
I don’t think people realize how heavy it is to always feel like you don’t belong anywhere. Always the one left out, misunderstood, or just… there. Not hated, but not chosen either. That kind of rejection builds a wall you don’t even mean to have. It’s been like that my whole life. And yeah, I’ve learned to deal with it, but deep down it’s a wound that never fully heals.
I may not ever fit in or belong anywhere, & I’m learning to just be okay with that.
This apology is to my friends. I’m sorry if I don’t reach out anymore. I’m fighting for my life every day, second-guessing my career, doubting my life choices, scrolling through social media, and sleeping whenever I get free time just to escape reality.
nobody talks about how exhausting it is to live in that space between “things will get better” and “i can’t handle this anymore.” it’s like your emotions are constantly swinging. leaving you both hopeful and defeated in the same day
I’m mentally checked out of a lot of shit. You definitely gotta catch me while I give a fuck these days, cause once I don’t, you might as well hang it up.
"He got killed because someone wanted to hurt me. ... I was at my weakest and my lowest. I felt like I was responsible for his death. That was probably one of the worst days of my life." - @gherbo