“I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.” —Sylvia Plath
“To care is to step outside of oneself, to face the cold blade of another human on guard because some other human hurt her years ago. That’s life, isn’t it? The dance we do with swords and shields, striking each other because we’re so afraid, oh so afraid, to get hurt? If this isn’t life, then it is certainly “love” in its most humanistic form, based and terrified. And I was a willing participant. I loved. I lived. I cared.” —Mensah Demary, How Depression Changed Me
Some people come back to haunt you, no matter how deep you bury them.
everything really fucking hurts.
jesus fucking christ
this whole “take things one day at a time” bullshit is getting really fucking hard. I’m so sick of this constant lull of numbness and hurt I’m bouncing between. I just want to be okay again :(