Tuesday, November 22, 2016

Sleeping on the floor...


If you are broken, you do not have to stay broken.


Yesterday was the first time I wrote something and didn't immediately post it. As I was reading my words and the sorrow I have somehow found myself in, and as I let it sink in that I am perhaps not as strong as I pride myself to be, I suddenly couldn't bare to publish it. Not because I'd be ashamed of what I was feeling or somehow wanted to appear strong - there is no censorship here. What I write is what I feel, and what I feel is always and forever something legitimate. Yet even I have the right to say no to my psychosis. I have the right to look it into the eyes and say: not today. You will not get the best of me today.