Made this for the very one who gets the brunt of it all. 🖤💙🖤👮♂️
Following up on a friend's past posts and I loved one I saw. She was remodeling an rv and (in her caption)mentioned how creating is important to those who suffer from mental health issues. I 100% agree.
To sum it up for those who are blessed enough not to know the struggle... You look normal to others. Some days you're outgoing and excitable. The next you're quiet and contemplative. But through the quiet or laughter there is one constant variable. Your thoughts are clouded. With all your heart you want to see clearly but your mind is full of so much fog that sometimes you don't know which way is up. So you smile and put a brave face on. Not to deceive those around you, but because you truly feel that if you laugh a little harder, if you smile a little wider, if you go outside your comfort zone a bit more, then you might actually find peace. Problem is you spend so much time hiding for fear of being seen as wounded that you forget your scars are visible to others who have been in your shoes. So you go on. Day to day. With nothing but a glimmer of hope that when the sun rises so will a new beginning. You wake up with the initial thought that this may finally be the day you find peace and clarity. Your mind will be one with who you used to be, young, wild, and carefree. So caught up in the magic of life and the wonder that comes with it. The light faintly comes back in your eyes and you can finally say, "I'm free". But as quickly as those feelings come, you find yourself wanting to crawl back into your safe place. Alone. You know no one can bring you down there. Though, deep down inside you know that you must take that first step. So you leave your home, hoping you can stay strong. Hoping that by showing face, others will think you're okay. So you turn on your angry chick music and get pumped for the day. But in that moment between stopping the engine and leaving your car to play sport with your girls, your eyes water and you become wrapped in a blanket of guilt for feeling this way. For a second you consider leaving, but you've already been spotted. So, wiping the unwanted tears you