I’m letting go now.
Thank you for teaching me and showing me love in different ways.
Thank you for changing my life. For proving to me I can fall in love more than once. For showing me that it’s okay to be selfish. That sometimes strength and anger is all that can get you through the days. That sometimes you’ll become numb, especially when you’re heartbroken. Thank you for staying silent while I cried. For making me laugh. For reminding that love is so powerful. There are so many memories, moments, and words I will never forget. That have shaped me.
You have changed my life forever and I will always be here for you. To remind you of your worth and value. To remind you that I will always have room in my heart to love unconditionally.
I hope you find what you’re looking for in this life. That you continue to love and follow the path that you’ve started to build for yourself. But I will never be sorry for not being enough for you.
The thing that sucks about mental illness is that if you aren’t depressed enough, suicidal enough, bad enough, nobody cares. Nobody cares until you reach their standard, and that standard is when your problem is bad enough to effect them
The amount of people who can relate to this makes me equally incredibly sad and immensely angry