Open up to someone, anyone really, and you'll soon feel better. I'm starting to free myself, free my demons slowly and I'm starting to feel good. Or so I hope... I felt this way a few weeks ago after seeking help, but then last week hit. It was a low point for me. I never knew I could feel so extreme, but I'm glad I got through with that. Maybe I'm in a better state of mind because I had a good weekend. Happiness exists in mini road trips back to a familiar place. Happiness exists in live music and feeling the rush of the crowd pulling you into several different directions. Happiness existed in the first smile I saw those two mornings. True happiness exists in endless hugs, and endless smiles. I'm on a road of recovery and I do not want to relive last week.
I was talking to a friend last night, someone I haven't talked to in a while. Our conversation went on for a little over an hour and I think it helped a lot. I was reassured that struggle can be beautiful. Once we're past that dark hole we can move on and be stronger. I don't want to forget the struggle, and my friend said I won't forget it because it was something I felt deeply about. I hope that's true... I need to remember conversations like last night. I need to remember I've surrounded myself with excellent individuals. I have a good life, and I need to remind myself that. Sometimes I don't know what's wrong, but I can only hope remembering important individuals in my life will remind me the struggle is worth it all.
