Old habits die hard. I share a bed with Depression yet again. Hello dark, life sucking emptiness, my only companion in these gloomy hours of the night. Did you miss me? Surely you must of, otherwise you wouldn't have been so hasty to embrace my hollow body once more. Do you love me? More than I love myself no doubt. You enjoy my company. You don't turn in disgust at the very sight of me. You rejoice in all my faults and mistakes, so proud, that you constantly whisper them in my ear. You tell all you're friends about me, and they become eager to meet me. Loneliness, Doubt, Guilt, Pain and Hurt all crawl up next to me. They kick off the the cover, exposing me to the bitterness that eventually leaves me numb. Yet I do not complain.
But one day, I will learn to love myself, more than you or any of you ill-lighted friends. I will love me for me, imperfections and all. I will be my own friend, no longer an enemy. I will learn to love my reflection, and we will exchange a smile. I will be kind to myself, forgive and show mercy. I will learn to love me. I will learn to love again.
This is my hope.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Saturday, February 22, 2014
Although life is getting better
It does not change the fact that these past years have left me bitter and angry. I still believe there is beauty in the world, I just have to think twice before accepting it.
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