Remember those times you said you couldn't handle it anymore? Everything felt incredibly unbearable and like you fe into a deep hole you couldn't get out of?
I can relate. I've had a few points in my life where I can without a doubt say I hit rock bottom. At points I felt so stuck it lasted for a couple years until I could see any sort of hope again. Especially after trauma. I would cope in ways that would just let me survive the day. It was too hard for my 15 year old brain to process and I dropped where I was at in life. Eventually I dug myself out and hey, the cycle happened a few times. Each time I dug myself out of that hole, even if it was slowly; I changed for the better. I didn't want the darkness to completely ruin who I am. It took alt of work and even then, I still fall down. I've learned to work with that though and accept that there will be bad days but the good will always come back. At least just having that little bit of hope, helped me through. The past year only up until a month ago, I battled with a bout of depression and anxiety again stemming from severe pain migrating in my body. It was hard to deal with because I couldn't sleep a lot of nights and I didn't get an answer until a year later. It derailed me and I completely felt so alone. I was alone when I was sick on and off. It felt like a terrible nightmare. How could more happen when I've already been through a lot in life? I stopped asking myself those questions. Life just happens. It's inevitable. The thing though is that I thought it would never end and I'd have to suffer with physical pain for my whole life. I'm only 26... But it did stop. For how long? I don't know... But I'm still here. I'm still going and this past fall reminded me that no matter the situation, there's always some sort of light.
You're here, and you're so very worthy to be here.
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