We were a wretched mess,
hanging on by a wafer thin thread,
clinging onto little moments of happiness.
And when that thread broke,
we fell apart and I was left alone,
constantly thinking of where it all went wrong.
Then I hit my lowest last year,
suffocating beneath all that pain,
kept fighting for fresh air.
Read and read and read,
until I couldn’t anymore,
kept exhausting myself,
only to stay awake without thinking,
only to sleep without dreaming.
Days turned into weeks turned into months,
and I came out of this excruciating agony,
with a soul stronger than ever before.
When you’re in pain or grieving, you feel as though it’s endless and you make that pain your immediate reality when it’s actually not. It’s only a part of your reality, and so is happiness, peace, and kindness a part of it. And no matter how hopeless the situation is, and no matter how endless the pain seems, it will end. And you will be stronger and better and happier one day. Take it from someone who’s been there ♥