The world hurts at the moment. I’m in tears, feeling really alone- which I pretty much am. Tired of trying and just want a break.
Yet I’m grateful. That I can cry. That I can let myself cry.
Something so rare as it was always unsafe. I’m glad I can cry. That I can let myself. Let myself know that right now everything just hurts so damn much. And I don’t really know that it’s worth it to continue trying. Trying to get help to change things. Trying to change. Trying to be. And that’s okay. I can cry. Which I’m grateful for.
I’m not really sure what I’m trying to say.