Sometimes, life fucking sucks.
You can go through your day feeling on top of the world and feeling like you’re getting somewhere, like you’re moving on. For me it happens often, more often than I would like actually. I feel great, surrounded by friends, laughing, enjoying the littlest moments to the fullest. Then before I know it I’m driving home late at night crying to every sad song on the radio. Screaming at the road as loud as my lungs can manage. Having a panic attack so bad that I can’t breath and I’m hitting my steering wheel so hard my knuckle are sore.
Life is like that. It lets you win some days just to remind you how weak you are others. But I’m learning that’s okay.
I used to think that I had to get through life pulling myself together constantly, because falling apart wasn’t good. Falling apart is healthy. It hurts and it sucks and it might make you feel weak, but it’s healthy and it means you’re healing.
There’s nothing wrong with healing.
So scream, cry, be angry, punch your steering wheel if you have to. Feel something and feel everything. Because it all matters.