elffu: For some people, working through the lows in life is easy. They can crawl out of their sadness and walk down the rain-slick road with sunbeams just starting to peek behind once thunderous clouds. For others, it is a struggle day in and day out to draw in a single mouthful of air that isn’t tainted with the heavy sorrow-of-nothing. The cutting, bruising, stinging taste of self-hate. They walk down the road, but the sun never shines. Everything is dull. There is hope. But it is such a struggle. With yourself. With family. With friends that may not understand. But please don’t give up. With medication, my heart and my mind turned to this—instead of bitter enemies.
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For some people, working through the lows in life is easy. They can crawl out of their sadness and walk down the rain-slick road with sunbeams just starting to peek behind once thunderous clouds.

For others, it is a struggle day in and day out to draw in a single mouthful of air that isn’t tainted with the heavy sorrow-of-nothing. The cutting, bruising, stinging taste of self-hate. They walk down the road, but the sun never shines. Everything is dull.

There is hope. But it is such a struggle. With yourself. With family. With friends that may not understand. But please don’t give up.

With medication, my heart and my mind turned to this—instead of bitter enemies.

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