i hope you believe that you can still make a beautiful life for yourself even if you lost many years of it to grief, or darkness, depression, or a wound that wouldn’t close
My problem is that I don’t think in answers, I think in delayed realizations. Ask me something personal today like "what makes me lose respect for some" etc and I’ll go blank, then three hours later, alone in my room, I’ll finally know exactly 10 perfect answers I should've given