Everyone talks about how empowering going through some journeys alone is empowering., No one talks about how much of a mind fuck it can be, or just how you really need someone when you’re falling apart. Or how hard you’re trying to walk away from the old versions of you. How grieving who you used to be, opens up so many wounds, breaks you apart, sets you back, gets you going again. And the hardest truth is. It’s a continuous process that ends when we die. N

No one talks about how distraught it is when you’re the one whose stuck, pretty much falling through the cracks, when everyone else star is shining, when everyone else is finding the perfect job, the perfect partner, the amazing memories.when you’re just trying to wake up and get through the day, and onthe worst of days when you’re trying to ofind reasons to stay alive. But then you pick yourself and just when you thought.,haha it all
comes crushing again

Or how you have to let people go because they now feel different. With all the it’s not you., But you can’t help but think, why isn’t it me, why I’m I not enough, why do I get to be the one who has to leave. Or just how breaking it is for you when they’re moving on so easy while you keep looking for them in everyone you find or worse when it’s them you still want. Haha life’s a bitch

Or even just how hard you feel it’ll be for you to let anyone in.because Everytime you do..they leave for someone else, Everytime you try, you’re the stepping stone, because Everytime you heal, you get broken again and have to heal all over again. No one talks about how hard fighting the demons in your head can get. That in this moment of utter solitude when all you have is yourself., You break so many times you
eventually just become tough.

That as you wait for your light at the end of the tunnel..the darkness seems to grow deeper. That the happy memories are now memories you want to forget, that in so many occasions you’ll see them in so many things and then remember they’re off with someone else, when all you want is to unfuck yourself and forget all the pain .,when tears become more frequent than the smiles all I can hope for is that the universe will give us unicorns to make up for all the sadness we’ve endured. Some light for all the darkness, and beautiful mornings for all the mornings we didn’t want to be a part of, amazing memories that we won’t have tow all away from this time, and those lucky enough, that we may find people who always chose us, that even when they get to encounter different place and people that we will be their home,