Some days I think I would like to stay in bed.
Especially when it’s raining.
It’s warm there.
I can hide under the covers and forget that the rest of the world exists.
Dreams can take me anywhere I want to go, I can be who I want to be and shape my world the way I want it. I can forget that the last two years have been such a rollercoaster of emotions. That although I have lived some of the most amazing highs of my life, I have also touched the depths of despair.
Some days there’s so much that I want to say, so many things I want to shout out to the world.
I just want to be heard.
I want my side of the story acknowledged.
I want to jump up and down, throw the biggest tantrum ever.
It won’t change anything though.
How do you fight when those you are fighting for don’t want it?
Some days it’s a struggle to wake up at all.
Some days are magic.
Filled with laughter, joy, tears and the knowledge that I’m not alone.
That someone gets it all, knows everything about me and still believes in me.
Makes me feel like I’m the most beautiful girl in the world.
Some days I know that I’m not the only one struggling.
I feel like such a fraud, complaining about my petty worries when there are so many others with much heavier burdens to bear every day. It’s all about perspective.
Most days I just get up.
Winter won’t last forever, soon it will be Spring again, then Summer. Plus it has to stop raining soon!