For years, I have been crying nearly every day. Sometimes with reason, usually without. Vomitting from stress, constant headaches, heartaches, only to be told that it all gets better when it really doesn’t. I’ve been waiting and waiting and trying new things, meeting new people, going new places, and it isn’t working, it isn’t helping. I’ve taken all your advice, tried all your prescriptions, met with all your therapists, psychologists, and it never worked.
And then I met him, and he would hold me at night when I cried myself to sleep. He made me meals even when I had no appetite. He helped me feel everything I thought I could never feel. He held my hair back when my stomach couldn’t hold down the stress. I felt love, hope, and for the first time, happiness. I never felt so alive. But now he’s gone.
There is a void in my chest and all the pain from before is back to torment me every night, and this has been going on long enough. I’m sick and tired of being sick and tired. I give up. I don’t have the energy to keep up with this, I just don’t care to look for anything else anymore, I quit. And I’m okay with that.
Remember death, and be aware of it. Remember that you are mortal, and you, too, will inevitably die one day.
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Yes, u’re right,
but remember also though that u were once like u said in the 1st paragraph: trying out all so-called “new” things and still feeling hopeless, but then u’ve met HIM, and suddenly u can find all those precious things in Life like Hope, Love, and Happiness.
Now u might feel hopeless again,
but don’t u think it might go up the ride again, perhaps even in ur most unexpected, and desperate moments,
just like how u’ve *suddenly* can met HIM when u’re even already saying “it’s all Hopeless” ?…
What goes down might come up again
then goes down again, then might come up again,
and so on.
Life is like that, a roller coaster ride,
like how ur story have proven.