Dear bored and afraid and considering quiet doom: Life has not been this surreal in a very long time A very long time I was going through the motions Everything felt stagnant I couldn't see how anything would ever be different I wanted to die I cried all the time I felt unspeakably alone It became comfortable and I reconciled myself to the idea that all I'd ever feel was 'meh' And then suddenly it wasn't And that whole time I thought I was stagnating and mulling over the same problems-- I realized I was ever so slowly working through them The times that I stayed alive when I wanted to die The times that I listened to my head when I was lonely All of that was growing All of that was persisting Waking up the next day and the next day is huge You'll never know how huge until it hits you And it'll hit you I promise I promise certain doom is bullshit we tell ourselves Nothing is certain--not joy, not safety and definitely not eternal woe and misery I want you to know that even if you don't feel it-- you're fighting the good fight I want you to know that you are not alone in feeling alone I want you to know that it will be better (And worse and then better and then worse and then better) Just keep waking up |