You wake up to the sun high in the sky and you only wish to crawl back under the blankets because at least there it is dark
When you finally drag yourself out of bed and close the blinds to shut out the light you sit in the black morning and hang your head
Your mind has been screaming at you for months and you have finally given in to the echo telling you
that you are worthless, that this body is not enough for such a beautiful world, that everything you give will always be too little
but I think you are brave for waking up.
I think you are brave for closing the blinds. For huddling in the corner.
I think you are brave for living this day even when you don’t remember how.
I think you are brave because you could easily give up – but you haven’t – there is a strength in that.
I think you are brave for letting the voice in. You haven’t let it over power you as it so easily could.
I think you are brave for breathing. I think you are brave for choosing to wake up each day even if you never leave the house.
I think you are brave for trying – and that has to be enough.