Whenever you see me sitting on bed, staring at the wall, holding a cup of hot milk, having no facial expressions, and completely silent, don’t talk to me. You have no idea what made me reach that level. Just don’t talk.
hardest thing for me to grasp as an adult is you have to keep showing up no matter how you feel. you gotta do this sad, do it heartbroken, do it grieving, do it tired. life doesn’t care, it waits for nobody, you just have to keep going