How it started vs how it’s going.
Quarantine mental health edition.
It’s the same, only heavier.
I want to be grateful and enjoy the today, but the weight it too much to carry. So I won’t.
What I can handle I will, what I can’t will be there when I’m stronger.
It’s ok to not feel like this moment is worth celebrating, you can mourn what’s in the past. Life before. Life then.
You don’t have to count your blessings daily, that doesn’t mean you aren’t aware of their existence.
I know this moment will pass, even if sometimes it feels like it won’t.
That’s what life is, a series of moments, good and bad, weaved together. One rolling into the next.