Took me almost five years after a heart break to finally realize I was always good enough. I was always worth it. It’s their fault for losing someone who truly loved them
I don’t think my sisters realize how hard I had to work to get where I am today, from heartbreak to mental illness, there were many times I thought about suicide cause I thought it would be the only thing that would help. I can finally say I’m safe and comfortable with life
I can’t be sensitive or emotional anymore…. no one cares when it comes down to the “happiest person” having multiple breakdowns, passive thoughts, hurting themselves just to feel okay.