004: Things I Wish You Had Said Instead of Sorry

Monday, November 14, 2016 0 Comments A+ a-

Yesterday I somehow managed to burn popcorn in a microwave, forget to turn off a faucet for a full hour, and today skipped school because no matter how much my alarm blared this morning I just couldn't find the willpower to face the world.

This is a post about the things I wish you had said instead of "Sorry" when I was on the lowest point I have ever been.

Sometimes sadness wins.

It's okay to not be okay.

But it's not okay to stop trying to be okay.

Nothing good ever comes from moping around and staring at ceilings for days on end, even though sometimes closing curtains, listening to sad music, and sleeping is what we think we need - and some days we are right - doing it everyday does more harm than good.

You need to keep on keeping on.

Believe that things will get better. Do everything you can to keep that belief alive, even on days when you've tried everything to fight the sadness, but it still wins. Because there will be days when everything will seem hopeless and you will want to disappear more than ever.

Fight it.

Fight it for the thought that there are good days to come. Maybe that day isn't today or tomorrow, but it will come. You have to be alive to see that happen. You have to be alive to smirk at the sadness and kick its ass with all of the great memories you will make with friends, family, and pets.

I know this feels like the most painful thing you've ever experienced, but pain ends. It wants you to think it won't, but pain lies. Don't let it fool you. There will come a day when you will be able to look back on this and be glad you overcame it. But for that to happen, you've got to get up. Keep moving forward. Hold your head up high (okay, maybe not that high, but as high as you could manage right now), and keep on keeping on.


This isn't just for me. It's for everyone who needs it.

If you're reading this, you know who you are, you promised you would still be there for me. You lied. I'm sorry too.

a 19 year old girl who firmly believes in the power and joy of writing and that the owl carrying her Hogwarts letter simply got lost.

May the comments be ever in my favor (or not)