I don’t know which parts of this are metaphors.
This is heartbreaking. I can’t imagine the horrible things that you have experienced. And by that I mean that imagining it hurts me.
I know addiction, I know abuse, I know self hatred, and I’ve lived them for years at a time. By miracle after miracle, I’m still alive.
I don’t know if it will get better. It did for me. After just four short years since my life began to change, I’m healthy, strong, and full of love. I hope you find the same path I did.
I love you. I don’t know how, I don’t know you except for these candid lines. But somehow I feel that stirring in my soul that would reach out to you, embrace you, and fill your mind with hope and peace and wisdom as best as it could. Do whatever it takes, and don’t let anyone tell you that there isn’t more, better, out there because there always is. And maybe this pain is part of what it will take you to reach further. That is my faith, whenever I feel like giving up, I remember what my past is worth to me, and I must assume that the present will one day be just as valuable.
You’re not alone, I’m here for you. From a thousand miles away, I’m here for you.
And hey, your other posts suggest that things are looking up. You definitely have mastered self profession and optimism. But again, if you ever find yourself in darkness don’t forget this
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