me: *mentions to someone that i have a mental illness*
them: yeah i was sad once. i totally get how you feel!!!!!! just be happy!!! positive vibes🌿🌞🌻
hear 4
hear four
here for
okay Im here for that healing
im here for that wholeness I’m here for that feeling at the pit of your soul gets when you and your loved one in the midst of the closeness the barriers dont exist im here for that no sis im here for that medicine not here for no pettiness i no longer get energy from being competitive i dont know if its my second daughter third baby on the wayor if its the fourth decade i met the other day but I have 0 energy or time for what aint feeding me in mind i dont cut people off I redefine im here for that village life nobody leaves the tribe im here for that intimacy in me you see inside im not here for your opinions im here for your truth I do hear ya my cheek full of tears is proof. im here now because nothing else is guarenteed im tryna be here for the people thats here for me
me: *mentions to someone that i have a mental illness*
them: yeah i was sad once. i totally get how you feel!!!!!! just be happy!!! positive vibes🌿🌞🌻
it’s a feeling hard to articulate- to feel, for that matter. to be vulnerable. not in a cliche handing your heart to someone way, but to reach inside your thoracic cage and remove the very rib that protects what keeps you alive. the acknowledgement of the actualization that goddammit, this is going to hurt, but you’re okay with that, at least that is what you tell yourself- until he delves into you. Into your body and soul, and no matter what paper mache armor you custom molded to your existence- no matter what preparation you preformed, it hurts worse. you hear the words repeated in his gruff voice “The last thing I want to do is hurt you”
but it hurts.
and no one is here to blame but myself
I tell people to travel, hike, climb, eat
Sieze the motherfucking day
But here I am spending my night as I spend most my days-
Trying not to kill myself
How many times I have wanted to die. How many days I have wanted to kill myself and how incredible it is that I am still here and breathing.
Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?