Waking up this morning was one of the most disappointed things i’ve ever experienced.
I can not make my sadness
sound poetic nor beautiful.
I’m a horrible fucking mess
and there is nothing beautiful
about that.
Recovery is terrifying when you don’t know who you are without your sadness.
Waking up this morning was one of the most disappointed things i’ve ever experienced.
Recovery is terrifying when you don’t know who you are without your sadness.
It’s not about forcing happiness. It’s about not letting sadness win.
I remember not wanting to get out of bed, and everyone yelling at me to stop going to sleep so late. But it wasn’t that, I was not tired at all. I was sad, I was so very sad that even getting out of bed seemed pointless to me. It was hard, being so sad that it became a struggle to get up in the mornings.
They say that writers are born with sadness in their bones,
but I think every one is born with misery in their souls.
All women speak two languages:
the language of men
and the language of silent suffering.
Some women speak a third,
the language of queens.