Sometimes You Just Gotta Make Up Your Mind That You Will Never Be
Happy As You Once Was
I have learned that when sadness comes to visit me, all I can do is say ‘I see you.’ I spend some time with it, get up, and say goodbye. I don’t push it away, I own it. And because I own it, I let it go.
“My
sister was beautiful once. Not
a striking beauty; no one would mistake her for a model.
But she had that inner beauty, that glow, that something that every person tries to achieve.
It made her beautiful. When I look at her now, all I see are worry lines, dark cirlces, and stress.
The light is gone from her eyes, and I haven't seen her smile in years. She used to be beautiful.
But I guess depression is like an anti-makeup. It has stolen her light, her beauty. Now all she is,
is stress and worry and darkness.”
But she had that inner beauty, that glow, that something that every person tries to achieve.
It made her beautiful. When I look at her now, all I see are worry lines, dark cirlces, and stress.
The light is gone from her eyes, and I haven't seen her smile in years. She used to be beautiful.
But I guess depression is like an anti-makeup. It has stolen her light, her beauty. Now all she is,
is stress and worry and darkness.”
