The blight gently blew over her like a whistle, soft at first and then gently suffocating her. She wanted to give up by sleeping but she chose to fight.
The sun is alone too but it still shines and the reason we struggle with insecurity is because we tend to compare our behind the scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel
No one wishes to have dark days, sleepless nights, grumpy mornings and this endless dark tunnel with no sign that it will ever end. Depression is not a choice.