There is an ache in your heart where dreams used to be. A whisper of fear that lives where trust used to talk.
It’s the little shadows of a broken heart, twisted smokey wisps that linger long after the one who broke it is gone.
The pain has faded, and well enough too, but memories cling still.
Depression and it’s lies, “You aren’t good enough.” it says, “You can’t be happy now.”
But like all lies, when seen through the eyes of logic they hide.
It is a constant struggle, looking at things logically is not what emotional humans do.
But to many of us fragile humans, emotions are the breath of life. They make it worth living.
So on we go, brushing off the shadows and driving away the lies so that we can continue to live on.
Living the experience that is life. Good and bad, ups and downs, and the long times between which are delightfully, exquisitely dull.
This is life, and it is absolutely worth living.