We are real, we are special #Depression
I am tired, tired of feeling misunderstood. Pain is criticized. I have lived fighting against an overwhelming mind, which does nothing but hurt me. I have spent years in an overwhelming internal struggle. I find it hard to understand myself from what I understand that others cannot. I feel that I live imprisoned in my head. sometimes I don't see anything, not even black, nothing. and society excludes us for being different, and I think they are deeply mistaken in understanding that difference as something bad. pain, suffering make us strong, make us conscious make us be alive, be real. we are not afraid to connect with others from our vulnerabilities. I think pain makes us more human. so I struggle every day with accepting my story and even loving it. I think that we should not hate ourselves for how we are, more complex and sensitive. we are interesting people, with hard stories that should be heard. Now I know that I am different, in the sense that I have grown so much, that sometimes I feel like I reach the moon, because I passed all those meteorites that wanted to destroy me, I also saw the most beautiful stars on the way. And today I am on the moon, with people who have also come here fighting every day. #special #diferent #strugglesofanoverthinkingmind