someone can be suicidal one night and still show up to work the next day, carrying on with their routine as if nothing happened. Thatโs how life can be sometimes. But being able to function the next day doesnโt mean last nightโs pain wasnโt real
One of the loneliest experiences is knowing there's so much going on inside you but struggling to communicate it in a way people understand. You have entire conversations in your head,but when the moment comes, the words don't cooperate. It's sad
Parece que el tiempo no siempre cura. En mi caso, cada vez tengo menos fuerzas para levantarme, comer o verme al espejo. Mi mente es un desorden, un revoltijo de cosas, que mientras mรกs intento ordenar mรกs me pierde en un laberinto sin salida. El tiempo solo me ha desgastado mรกs.