the amount of tears i have shed mourning the old version of myself as a scorpio rising after that scorpio nu moon. i honor her, she died so i could live. rip to her, i’m reborn. 🪦💔
Depression and anxiety can fuck you up so badly that you stop living for yourself. You’re just staying alive because your mother would never recover from losing you and your pet wouldn’t understand why you never came home.
fico imaginando a potência que eu teria sido se tivesse uma boa saúde mental e tivesse tido noção de como lidar com meus traumas sem auto sabotagem e auto destruição.