Those Saturday nights where the whole world is up or out doing something and it’s all you can do to not completely lose it, when you’d cry yourself to sleep except that it feels like the tears have also left you alone.
The darkness that threatens to take over, a certain craziness that seems perfectly normal at the time.
Every day you are changing, in such small ways that you won’t notice it now. But it all adds up over time. The smallest realisation or thought today, will mean something more to you, one day.
The ups and the downs are all the journey you are on. Even though you wouldn’t choose this for yourself, you are moving somewhere better, one thought at a time.
My response to the post Textbook Living. by APARKS330