I began to withdraw from my friends. My thoughts became darker, the fun of prom fading into a fog.
It feels as if the weight is inescapable and the darkness beneath it, blinding. Slowly, it’s suffocating you.
Because without listening, we won’t hear, and without hearing, we won’t grow, and without growth, we won’t change. So, listen.
On the harder days, I need patience from those around me. Please don’t call me lazy, or tell me that if I just did something it would go away. I’ve tried that. I still do. But sometimes, doing something is just too much.
It’s okay to struggle. It’s okay to have bad days. It’s okay to talk about it and it’s okay to ask for help.
I wanted God to love me, but I also wanted to be in a relationship where I could be my true self.