I know how it is to feel incomplete. To not be able to make sense of things. To be surrounded by hundreds of people – yet still feel utterly alone. To be the only one not laughing … because quite honestly, u just don’t get it.
I remember going about my days not letting the depression interrupt my productiveness, but still feeling stagnant. Like everyone else is moving foward and you’rejust.there.Laughing and shopping and dining and drinking – but dying inside. I remember all of that.
And even though I’m at a different place now, I still think about those days because it reminds me to never take anything for granted, to appreciate I have someone’s arms to sleep in at night, and to remember that every story has a happy ending if ur willing to accept it.