Where would I be if not for your wild heart?
I ask this not from love, but selfishly—
how could I live? How could I make my art?
there are days where i feel more like living, and there are days where i don’t. i think part of recovery is to learn to accept that both exist. that they are going to be days where you want to hide forever, and others where you want to hug the sun and dance along with the stars. both are okay.
Will there never be an end that also has a beginning? Will there never be continuity bridging the awful void between now and some other time, a time in the future, a time in the past?
However, when we are depressed, being reminded of other people’s suffering only serves to increase our self-hatred.
Be a loner. That gives you time to wonder, to search for the truth. Have holy curiosity. Make your life worth living.