I am not happy. I am not unhappy. I am frozen somewhere in the middle that is so much worse. I am nowhere. Nothing is happening and I am getting more and more sad.
Plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
I was made for another planet altogether. I mistook the way.
I still felt sad, and a little incomplete. I suppose with so many things suddenly getting better, the things that were still missing hurt even worse.
Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you.