When you are your own Therapist.
Sometimes, life hits you at your lowest, at a time when you barely have the energy to hold yourself together. And somehow, the same life expects you to keep going as if nothing happened. Sometimes, you want to disappear. To go somewhere far away, where nobody knows you, where nobody expects anything from you, where you can simply exist without having to be anything for anyone. And then, almost instantly, another part of you wants to stay. To see what tomorrow brings. To find out if all these efforts will eventually lead somewhere beautiful. To give yourself another chance. Perhaps that’s what being human is. Wanting to run away and wanting to stay. Sometimes within the same minute. Sometimes, all you want is to go to that person, sit beside them, talk about everything that’s been weighing on your heart, show them the version of you that isn’t strong, isn’t sorted. You want to vent out without having to explain yourself. But then, you pause. Because you realise that they might be f...
