A brief post with an important message.
When you die inside, everything around you loses colour.
You can’t bother getting out of bed.
And living, you’re no longer getting better.
You are slipping, down the weathered slope you already know so well.
The slope that will bring along your real death.
But why care if you die, if you’re dying inside?
I’ll tell you why. You’re dying, not dead. Guess what? You can come alive again. It’s a struggle. It’s hard. But never stop trying, that is when you truly die.
I’ve been in many situation where, had I heard someone say something like that, I would have told the to “shut up”. I understand the reaction, I know what it means to feel hopeless. After all, when you feel hopeless, you can’t see the possibility of getting better.
Nonetheless, I feel the need to say this because if even just one person finds hope in hearing that somebody else who was just as desperate as them found some, it’s worth it.
Yours sincerely,
Dysfunctional Girl
I wish you all well, I don’t want anyone to suffer as I did and sometimes still do.
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