Life can be: harsh, cruel, unforgiving, troublesome; you could change that one word to any other adjective and deep down you could still feel that everything is unfair. To some that feeling is a weight that can drag you down and drown you from the inside out. Life isn't good to everyone and it's certainly not going to be fair all the time, it's an unknown concept. Some people think that when life drags them down, and they suffer with their emotions and their thoughts and their hearts at night that they're weak, because they can't survive. But no armor came out of a battle unscathed, because scratches, dents, and deformations showed strength in time. So why was our definition of strength twisted in this way? It must have been the fact that the
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Because no one should have a weakness in this society, everyone should have a perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect mind. No blemishes, no scars, no problems. And it's so hurtful, because I, myself feel like I'm unable to tell people that I'm afraid. Of many things: my thoughts, my own inner workings, and my words. I hide the fact that I'm breaking internally so often that it has become part of my normal life. It's unhealthy and it doesn't allow me to actually let go of things. And in life, that's an important trait, to be able to let go. Think about it this way, your life is a series of monkey bar handles, and if you want to get to the end of it, you have to let go of the previous handle, otherwise you can't move on, just like in life. I struggle with being so dependent on people and every time I move it breaks me because I can't tell my parents that I have a personality disorder, because I'm all honesty I don't know if I do or not, because I've never been tested for anything, because I'm afraid my parents will pass it off as being dramatic. But what they don't know is I tear myself up every night through my
Because no one should have a weakness in this society, everyone should have a perfect life, the perfect family, the perfect mind. No blemishes, no scars, no problems. And it's so hurtful, because I, myself feel like I'm unable to tell people that I'm afraid. Of many things: my thoughts, my own inner workings, and my words. I hide the fact that I'm breaking internally so often that it has become part of my normal life. It's unhealthy and it doesn't allow me to actually let go of things. And in life, that's an important trait, to be able to let go. Think about it this way, your life is a series of monkey bar handles, and if you want to get to the end of it, you have to let go of the previous handle, otherwise you can't move on, just like in life. I struggle with being so dependent on people and every time I move it breaks me because I can't tell my parents that I have a personality disorder, because I'm all honesty I don't know if I do or not, because I've never been tested for anything, because I'm afraid my parents will pass it off as being dramatic. But what they don't know is I tear myself up every night through my