like 98% of my problems would be solved if i stopped overthinking things and calmed the fuck down and stopped being such a panicky, anxious little shit
it really pisses me off how easy it is to get sad and then how long and hard it is to get happy again like what the fuck man thats not fair
I have been struck with doubt before.
I have been stricken with pain
And a self reassurance of failure.
Life has torn me into pieces
Like a weak scrap sheet of paper.
I’ve walked a thousand miles with a storm cloud,
And I do have my demons.
I know this because I use to think these things were all I had.
I’ve never noticed that in the breaks between the raindrops,
I have happiness,
I have friends,
I have spaces of joy and excitement,
And I have hope,
A hope that leads me to feel ok
At least every once in a while.
In between these breaks and pauses of storms,
I have had time to look up.
Granted, this time stands up to a couple of seconds
Compared to the hour of darkness,
But it’s worth it.
Because I use to believe in every dark myth:
I use to believe that my demons were the only cards in life I was dealt with.
But I discovered a more positive truth.
I discovered a minute of clearance in the darkness.
I found that we need to live through that happiness,
That feeling that we’re actually going to be alright,
And hold on tight to all of them ,
Cherish them and take none for granted,
Even when the flood comes.
Because it’s those small moments we don’t notice,
That will carry us through the storm.