I need to say this to myself repeatedly 🖤

Hello. I exist.

Dear me,
I am sorry.
I am sorry for making you go through all this pain. I am sorry for making you feel all the pain on your wrist. I am sorry I didn’t give you the space and time you needed. I am sorry I forced you to smile when you didn’t want, to pretend that you are happy. I am sorry for making you feel low and worthy enough when it was the people who could never see through. I am sorry for making you help people and think of them when your hands were bleeding. I am sorry because you had to give so much of yourself for people who didn’t give a tiny morsel of appreciation. I am sorry for not loving you, the way you deserved to be loved.

-letter for myself.

Making peace with the pieces I am losing day by day,the pieces I am aware of and pieces I will soon be aware of is something I am struggling with everyday. This writing came at a perfect timing. Its here to tell me that it's all in th process. I am surviving. Losing who you are and who used to be is a cost of surviving. And it's perfectly ok.🖤

How I love the writer.🖤

From the moment of my birth, the angels of anxiety, worry, and death stood at my side, followed me out when I played, followed me in the sun of springtime and in the glories of summer. They stood at my side in the evening when I closed my eyes, and intimidated me with death, hell, and eternal damnation. And I would often wake up at night and stare widely into the room: Am I in Hell?

Edvard Munch

"The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines."

“There’s more to your heart than choosing those who will never truly realize your worth. You are good enough to be with those who see you as some kind of magic. Someone who warms up people’s vibes, someone who’s a shoulder to smile on and someone who has a thousand goofy ideas to share and you will always be good enough. It’s time for you to start believing that there are people out there who will always treasure the love you give by loving you back in return. It’s time for you to start believing that you are also one of those people who will treat other’s hearts as if they’re a flower that you’d love to water every day. It’s time for you to start believing that when love is taken care of, it becomes beautiful, something you’d be happy enough to spend the rest of your life when it stays.”

March 25, 1950, the Italian poet Cesare Pavese wrote in the last pages of his unfinished diary, The Business of Living: “We do not commit suicide because of love for a woman, but rather we commit suicide because love, that is, love, reveals our nakedness and our misery. It shows us isolated in the midst of nothingness.” Pavese committed suicide in a hotel room in Turin, at the age of forty-two, after five months of an ill-fated affair with a young American who later became an actress.

All The Bright Places >>>>>>>>>>>

It may not be for many but this is the best movie ever created,especially covering the topics of mental illness...Go argue with the wall.

Sometimes I get into these dark moods and I think too fast to keep track of anything and it's like my thoughts are all gone at once.

I hope you found what you were looking for.

I hope you know I grew my hair out long and your sisters just fight.

I will keep playing that Jack white song if it keeps you alive.

I WILL KEEP BURNING MY BRIDGES DOWN IF IT KEEPS YOU ALIVE.💔

when i look in the mirror, i can see my 6-year-old self and i always whisper “i’m sorry” as if i could comfort that little child.

• @regretletters •

Good morning and I a want to remind you that we do not deny our history, our reality, our wounds, or what childhood accidents, family problems, the horror of the outside, and the intransigence of societies left us, and we do not say we were not harmed, nor were we hurt in life by an arrow, nor do we name what happened to us without its name, but we do not cling to it! We allow our pain to remain, but we allow it to leave, and we allow ourselves to heal and be saved from pain, committed to our responsibility to give ourselves a good and dignified life worthy of us, and make our efforts to fix the imbalance, heal ills, heal wounds, and put our hands flat as a gift for those who wish to survive with us. I meant we the one who dare to read calmly while the storm is beneath us.