Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
I am the only one who has the power to do that.
I loved you, and I ruined myself,And I will keep doing so for as long as I am breathing.
I wrecked myself,
I destroyed myself.
If your suicidal and still alive, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If your suffering from an eating disorder and still eating, I’m so fucking proud of you.
If your suffering from a mental illness and your fighting, I’m so. Fucking. Proud. Of. You.
Depression is a disorder of mood, so mysteriously painful and elusive in the way it becomes known to the self—to the mediating intellect—as to verge close to being beyond description. It thus remains nearly incomprehensible to those who have not experienced it in its extreme mode.
No matter how you feel… Get up. Dress up. Show up. And never give up.
You don’t need another human being to make your life complete, but let’s be honest. Having your wounds kissed by someone who doesn’t see them as disasters in your soul but cracks to put their love into is the most calming thing in this world.
If you do not trust someone, you do not have the capability to love them to the best of your ability, because what is it to love someone you don’t trust? Nothing. You would constantly be questioning yourself and them and their actions and that is not the definition of love. Love is knowing someone completely, and not having to doubt anything or be misled or question anything in them, because you love them.
You cannot love someone without trusting them for the same reasons. If you love them, you trust them with your heart and mind and soul, because that is what you give them by loving them. You are trusting them to care for you and not break your heart, and if you cannot trust them enough to do so, then you do not love them.
Learning to let go should be learned before learning to get. Life should be touched, not strangled. You’ve got to relax, let it happen at times, and at others move forward with it.