Feb 24, 2013 03:11
I need to write out my "There is a better tomorrow" speech at some point, because in the past month, three people have gotten it from me. I get really emphatic and swear a lot while I'm giving it, and often I end up crying, because it's hard not to when you're talking to someone about crippling depression. I tell them things like "Life is not a graph, there is no ultimate highest point. It's more like a pencil, a very long, nearly endless pencil which is often broken, used plenty, loved a lot, and sharpened frequently." and I believe it for them, I strongly, entirely believe that what they have ahead of them is a beautiful tomorrow, if they just keep waiting and striving for it, so long as they refuse to let themselves be swallowed. Because I know they're all strong enough to do it.
So why can't I believe all that for myself...?
ithaca,
fuck,
writing,
pessimism,
rant,
sad,
hair,
depression,
gloom,
relationships,
college,
life,
friends,
help,
health,
augh,
friendship