i told my therapist quietly,
“i’m not suicidal… but i’m scared of how empty i’ve been feeling lately.”
and she didn’t panic.
she didn’t tell me to “cheer up.”
she didn’t minimize it.
she just took a breath and said,
“that kind of emptiness usually means you’ve been carrying more than a person should have to carry alone.”
and in that moment… something in me finally loosened, like i wasn’t fighting the weight by myself anymore
Just wait for the paint to dry, then paint that end.
Moral lesson: If you wait to understand how to finish, you may never begin. Just start, you'll figure it out along the way.
AM I THE ONLY ONE? who feels weirdly appreciated when people post photo dumps and they actually include you? like, WOW.. I AM A PART OF YOUR DAY??? AWWW THANK YOU🥹