Tag: grief
Self-Compassion Isn’t Supposed To Be This Fucking Hard.
I keep sabotaging myself. Yes, I should show myself compassion and all that fucking garbage but fuck I should know better by now. I need to stop giving my valuable time to people who definitely don’t deserve it. I keep preaching to remember your worth and don’t settle for less. I’m supposed to be dating…
Unbearable At Best.
On the shallow surface, I look fine. Fatigued, yes but I seem to be functioning quite well. Happy even, if placed in the right environment. I smile here and there. Sometimes a laugh will escape my mouth. On the outside I look like a normal, healthy individual. But once you unwrap the layers, and dig into the depths of me, I’m no longer…
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