"when you're sad, cry. when you're tired, hug. that's how we live. holding back comes next. when you've tried all you can and nothing works, that's when you hold back."
I want to live, that is why I fight it. It is what all the struggles are for: to live.
It won't work in the hands of the government alone. It needs the help of the society. It needs our help - every. single. one. of. us.
I write because I want my voice to be heard; for my voice to be louder than the screams inside my head.
Tonight, she would find peace within herself.
Do I want these thoughts? No. That’s why I’m trying so hard to survive. Do I want the pain to end? Definitely. Do I want to live? YES. But that doesn’t change the fact that I am depressed; that I am struggling; that I am fighting.
"You may have an idea, but you cant be sure. Not a hundred percent. Each word, specifically chosen, could have a million different meanings. Is it a stand-in ―a symbol for another idea? Does it fit into a larger, more hidden, metaphor?"
I realized that it doesn’t matter if I start with little steps as long as I’m moving forward. It doesn’t matter if I start slow as long as I’m doing myself a favor by just simply trying.