When someone has been in the darkness, found almost a sense of calm in the chaos and isolation, it can be extremely hard to figure out how to break that cycle and rejoin “the world of the living”.
I see you and I love you.
I’ve got my ears on, I can hear you saying words, so I must be listening to you, right?
I’m constantly surprised at the amount of people I know that live with a mental illness of some kind.
The next morning I got the call. But it was not the call I expected.
You still looked at me with those trusting eyes: “I know how you feel because I feel it too”
The world can be tough and cruel sometimes, even for someone like me that is pretty content with how my life is going.
Sitting outside my favourite cafe in the sun today though, it’s hard not to be grateful for the little things.
I have found a community of like minded individuals who support each other not only as volunteers but also as people.
Although you cannot actually remember a parent hurting you and trying to kill you when you are only a baby, it can still leave you scarred in life wondering just why they did not want you and what is wrong with you.