I don't know anyone who is happy all the time, i know no one who is void of issues or sadness completely, yet, i expect this from myself, i expect to be happy all the time and declare that only then can i say i have healed, i mean we've heard of unrealistic standards before but i think this is next level, the weight i place on my shoulders feels like a self sabotage.
But on another side of this, i feel weak, i feel like i'm not as healed as i think i am, i fear that i would still make the same mistakes, i am beyond scared of life, i limit myself everyday because it terrifies me, but it's tiring, constantly being scared of harm, problem is, i don't think i know anything else, i've been so sheltered from the world for all my life, the very concept of the world existing is frightening to me.
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Until she was happy
PoetryHappiness is a privilege and i talk deep so this whole book is a possible trigger warning. Don't look at this as a way to find peace in your darkness, this doesn't offer that, look unto this as a way to hurt with someone else, and find peace in the...
