1 month ago
Today I got to witness
the kind of life you live
the struggles you face
the battles you fight every day.
It was quite a familiar scene though, something I also get to see everyday.
Those times you crumbled, shrunk back and didn’t show up, I did that, too.
Those times you laughed your arse out and did crazy things, I had those impulsive moments, too.
Those dark nights and empty mornings, trying to find the will to get up only to be met with the debilitating pain of your sunken reality, I live with that, too.
Those rare moments when you felt the creative rush flowing only to wake up to a pile of half-finished projects, I had those, too.
Those days when you felt like you can change the world only to be met with the sudden crash like that of a roller coaster ride, darn, I wish they never happened to me, too.
Those times when you lashed out on the people you love, only to regret it after, sadly, I had those painful days, too.
Happy, thank you for teaching us a lesson or two. Thank you for giving life to the stigmatized face of people like us who fight the unseen battles of mental illness.
Now I know why it never worked out with any other men before perhaps because they were never strong enough to take care of a psychologically ill girl like me.
Thank you for making me realize that God was just saving me from further detriments, that He was just protecting me from people who can’t love me through my invisible pain.
Thank you for being strong enough to finally do it on your own. It’s empowering to see, how in this day and age where stigma’s still attached to our condition, your character fights for your own happiness—a happiness that is not based on someone’s ability to love you but on your capacity to take care of and love yourself.