escaping.

Three days later, I was out of my own home, frantically looking for a roof over my head, and back to dealing with nothing but my trauma.

Life can throw fucking curveballs at you. You’ll never see them coming. You’ll think you’re doing great. And then you’re wondering where the hell you let it all slip.

By all means, grieve. Hurt. Sulk. Question. Sit immersed in the tiresome shroud that life has gifted you with.

But never forget to prioritize your healing, eventually.

Because it’ll all be over soon. Because the sun rises again, every single fucking day.

Because in the midst of the chaos. In the ocean of unpredictable waves, you will find one certainty

life gives you endless second chances. whether you like it or not. you have another try.

be it:

drinking water even if you arent thirsty

never skipping a meal even if you’re not hungry

exercising even when there’s such little motivation

celebrating the little things no one else might understand

always clocking back into therapy

and anything else that you do, only for you.

I removed my ex completely from my life

But the things I couldn’t remove are

Memories of us dancing around in his dusty halls

Random arguments where I could’ve stood my ground better

Moments where I wished I had listened to myself

And weirdly, little details that only pertained to us

People leave