You don’t eat for a week and then one day you find yourself finding something that makes you smile, something that makes you laugh. You sleep all day and finally get up and do a small chore, wash a dish or two. You rush home to cry immediately after stepping out of the house - but you make your favorite breakfast at 2pm in hopes it can spark something in you to eat and go back to normal.
Normal.
But normal wasn’t working either. So you fight to be better, to be stronger. To put your faith in the universe and what the world has to offer. And what you have to offer the world. Because that's the only way you will make it. You write and you cry and you laugh and you scream it all out. And then you repeat. Until you’re whole again.
About the Creator
GF
for those who are lost & still being found.
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