Slowly but... Slowly.
I cried in my cereal this morning, but I still finished it.
I cried in the middle of a push-up, but I still finished my morning work out.
The relentless degrading thoughts are still there all the time, but so am I.
So am I.
It’s so hard to keep positive, but the word “but” makes it a little easier sometimes.
I don’t see any hope, but that doesn’t mean it isn’t there.
I don’t see myself being happy, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be.
This is so hard. But, I’m still trying, and if a stranger was saying this to me, I would tell them all sorts of nice things.
So, RockStarState, it’s nice to meet you. This is hard to say, and I don’t quite believe it yet, but you deserve to be happy.
This is so hard.
Why is this so hard?
This is really hard.
