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a small insight into the start of a long process of recovery

Sadness feels overwhelming and self-indulgent

Sadness feels like insanity

Sadness hurts like nothing before

And where does one go from loss, where does one seek comfort alone?

In the arms of herself she soothes her incessant worry, with little success does she feel better

With little time comes little assurance

With long time comes?

Uncertainty.

 

Will it be okay?

Well who knows, she answers herself

She tries to tell herself she’s okay with this answer, and all the parts of her personality know she’s not. She will be one day, because she trusts herself, she trusts that she can work hard and will probably never give up.

Is that enough?

Well who knows?

I don’t.

It’s okay and it’s not.

There’s little place in her mind for logic.

It feels full.

It feels like it’s had enough.

Well good, it says to her, it thanks her, thank you for finally stopping shoving in emotions to this already full cupboard of emotions, there’s no room, clear out, help yourself, empty out the troubles, talk, one day feel better, one day feel s**t, but feel. Feel okay, feel bad and remember you felt because that’s sure as hell better than the other option right?

Be melodramatic, be self-indulgent, be s****y, be it all, work on it, get better, survive and thrive, you can do it. Doubt but not deep down, deep down krish you know.

 You know you’re okay, because you love, and most importantly you love yourself.