When is too late?
How do you know that something is irreparable?
I think this is what it feels like.
People always say “you’ll know” but all I do is feel.
I feel hurt, lost, scared. I feel angry, I feel independent, I feel so anxious.
But I have also decided that I won’t be convinced into thinking that I’m some monster because I am not always happy or calm. And that everything surrounding my mental health is personal and if it won’t be kept private than I will find people who do it keep it private.
Mental health is not a joke and it’s not just a cause for drama.
I just don’t know if I can still believe all of these things in this situation.