It feels like there’s no end. It feels like there’s no reprise. It feels like no place in the world is welcoming, is understanding. The same too with people.
I am not healed, cured. Don’t think that. Though the light might be in sight, I am wary it may slip away once more. Because something like this, no much how better we get, it is not something that simply goes away. We have to accept it will always be a part of us.
Nobody truly understands any other person. They never will, for it is impossible. All things are subjective, open to interpretation. This is the way of the world.
Of course the truth hurts, it always does. But being truthful to yourself is important.
The answers, nobody else has them. They reside within us. It is finding them that is the challenge, that is the mountain we have to climb.
But it should always be a mission we undertake.