Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.
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Marianne Williamson (via thelovejournals) |
It’s nice to be told you’re beautiful or hot or whatever, but I’d love to hear some say that I make things easier, that they’re happy I exist, they don’t know what they’d do with out me, I’m strong, that they hope we never lose each other, that they’re proud of me, that I have something to offer. Compliments don’t always have to be about appearance.
What they don’t tell you:
Self care sometimes isn’t fun. It’s going to class even when you want to stay in bed and rest. It’s paying bills on time and running errands even when every strand of your being cant stand it. It’s going to therapy and taking your medicine even when you don’t want to. It’s using coping skills even when going back to self destructive ones seems more appealing.Recovering sucks. It’s hard. But you have to believe in the light at the end of the tunnel. And even on those days you don’t, you fake it till you make it.
Recovery is still worth it.
Sometimes self-care is taking care of future-me. Because she deserves to have someone looking out for her.
Someone finally said it, letting yourself always have a break whenever you don’t have the energy for responsibilities isn’t how you take care of yourself
im permanently emotionally damaged but it’s chill, I’m chill
