I’m getting beter. At least I hope so. I think I am though. The thoughts aren’t as often, the pain isn’t as heavy. I laugh more, I smile more, and less and less of them are fake. I’ve been learning to talk about my feelings. To let people help. And for the first time in a while I love life. I haven’t been able to truthfully say that for as long as I can remember. I feel infinite. Just like the leaves, I’m changing and turning into a more colorful beautiful me. I’m just hoping, like the leaves, I won’t fall and be forgotten.
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Leaves don’t dissapear; they return to the soil to give rise to new life. We never stop going through changes, but that doesn’t mean they all need be bad. It’s good that you found a love for life. (:
its such a good feeling knowing somoene on this site has found the right path 🙂 keep it going and pick yourself up everytime you fall down
sounds wonderful really uplifting thank you for sharing.