honestly will never forget this older client we had who told me how her life had gotten so much better with time and age and asked how old I was and when I told her I was 28, she said I was just a baby and reassured me I had so much time ahead of me and how much better it’ll get as I grow into my life. There was such an indescribable amount of love and hope in that single interaction I think I’ll hold it with me forever.
you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.
i am convinced every time a sudden calmness washes over me it is because my future self is somehow letting my present self know its all going to be okay, that im going to be okay
You Are Not Wasting Time; It Was Given To You As A Gift, Freely and Generously; Is Rain Wasted Because It Falls On Gardens, Grass, Disgruntled Birds, and Umbrellas All The Same?
logically I know nothing matters and everything is temporary but emotionally I am crushed by the weight of everything that has ever happened to me and ever will happen
Like what the ACTUAL FUCK. How is this fair. I’ve been nice how many times. And the ONE GOD DAMN TIME. I ask for something for myself. And I can’t fucking have that. THREE PEOPLE. Could not fucking help me. One can’t even acknowledge me. HOW IS THIS FAIR. Fuck helping everybody else out from now on. What the fuck is the point. It’s not fucking worth is. If I can’t get ONE THING IN RETURN. I’m so angry. Screaming in my car was bot enough. I need to scream more.
