#Existentialdepression #IsItMe #survive
That's just it, sometimes. Survive. Above all else, just get through the right damned now, of a horrible day. A horrible day once upon a time in my past would've been grounds for um, action-cpuntrr productive actions. Today, a horrible crummy day is just that, a horrible crummy day and holding out, going to bed knowing I made it often is just enough to make it through to be real fast time...I'm grateful right now.
1. The mighty
2im alive and 'clean'
3im a father. My son looks up to me, not just cuz he is shorter either!!! And he loves me, respects me. I didn't demand it. I simply loved him and I was given the privilege to be his dad. I took it for granted. I see differently right now.
4not all is lost but moreso, there are those still suffering silently, afraid, anxious, dwindling hopes and have nobody. I get that feeling. Rejection is a cold cracked heart. It hurts. It has the power to destroy much.
Love is free. It takes nothing but hope n faith to give love to someone stranded out in a cd hard world, where these days fear is a common aggressor, shoving folks into silence. Community is a saviour. Wasn't always like that for me
I am today, grateful.