the thing about recovery is that you need to actively choose it.. even and especially when you relapse, you need to start again, over and over and over, as many times as needed. just know that by choosing recovery you’re on your way to something brighter, bolder and better. i love you.
sometimes we forget how vast life is. how many people we have yet to meet. how many places we still have to see. how many smiles, how many compliments, how many whispered affections, how many hugs. sunsets and coffees. flowers and books. waiting for you. don’t worry, you’ll be there soon.
sometimes i wish i could grab my childhood self and shake them by the shoulders and say YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. THERE ARE PEOPLE WHOSE LIVES ARE MADE BETTER BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU ARE NOT A BURDEN. YOU ARE NOT DAMNED. SOMEDAY YOU WILL CRY OVER SUNSETS AND POETRY MORE THAN YOUR OWN PAIN. I NEED YOU TO REMEMBER THAT YOU'RE GOOD. YOU'RE WORTH LOVING. but i can't go back in time, so i say it to myself now. because i believe there's a future version of me looking back on this moment feeling the exact same way.
the mood is missing art museums and brown sugar boba :(
I miss walking through museums and going to get iced coffee afterwards, mind full of centuries of history.
The little mutual label that appears after your URL in my notifs are friendship bracelets to me btw