☼ Om Shanti ☾

It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can't stop. Sadness is familiar. It's comfortable and it's easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it’s addicting, because I know sadness, and I know it very well. And there's a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There's just a sense that it's where I belong. This is how it's supposed to be. ☼ Om Shanti ☾

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ancientsstudies:

And then I’ll rest.

akindplace:

It’s time to stop thinking about who I was in the past, who I should be in the future, what I missed out on and thinking over and over about the same mistakes. I need to think about who I am now, what I have now, what I can do today to make myself feel better.

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