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Apr. 7th, 2013 01:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Note to myself, uh, literally. :/
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Dear sqwook:
This is a note to you, sweetie, for the next time you feel sad. *hug* :)
Time does help to heal. Even if you feel sad today, you will not always feel this way. On those times when you feel hopeless, it feels like nothing ever gets easier, but that's not true. It's a /feeling/ that everything is permanently bleak, but that feeling is not accurate. That's not how the world is. And remember, because this is true: most of the time, it does not feel that way. Even if that's hard to believe, when you are sad. You still see and feel and know the good and the beauty in the world. And if there are some times when you don't, please know that that feeling will not last forever. Love and trust is not gone. It is still there. In the world. For everyone. Everyone. And for you.
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Dear sqwook:
This is a note to you, sweetie, for the next time you feel sad. *hug* :)
Time does help to heal. Even if you feel sad today, you will not always feel this way. On those times when you feel hopeless, it feels like nothing ever gets easier, but that's not true. It's a /feeling/ that everything is permanently bleak, but that feeling is not accurate. That's not how the world is. And remember, because this is true: most of the time, it does not feel that way. Even if that's hard to believe, when you are sad. You still see and feel and know the good and the beauty in the world. And if there are some times when you don't, please know that that feeling will not last forever. Love and trust is not gone. It is still there. In the world. For everyone. Everyone. And for you.
I noticed the other day that there are things (memories) I can run across now that a few months ago would have definitely made me sob for hours and ruin a day or two or three. (And I suppose there's a day or two each month where that might still be true, when I need to be extremely gentle with myself.) This very act of noticing this progress, though, can itself start to throw me into the past, into ruminating on all those things that used to make me sob, and why, and all the things that still can, and why. Stop, though. That's a trap. *hug* It's okay. Turn toward now, Look toward now.
*Love*
PS - Go to the river.<3
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Date: 2013-04-08 02:05 pm (UTC)