Finally walked away from something that was hurting me. Lonely but somehow lighter.
Learning that love shouldn't feel like work. Like constant, exhausting, never-enough work.
Why is it so hard to be honest about what we need? Spent years pretending I was fine.
Why is it so hard to be honest about what we need? Spent years pretending I was fine.
Tired of explaining that 'but you don't look sick' isn't a compliment. Invisible illness is still illness.