I am not okay. I am sick of pretending to be okay. I’m done with being strong for everyone else so they dont worry. there is nothing wrong with not being okay. and it’s okay to admit that you’re not okay. and I AM NOT OKAY. but one day I will be.
The monsters Aren’t under your bed. There creeping inside your head. Listing for anything to kill you with. Waiting for your weakest point. But you must not surrender. You have to keep fighting that war. Until you have locked those monsters away. They’ll keep breaking out. But you’re strong. You can fight again.
"The mind of a writer can be a truly terrifying thing. Isolated, neurotic, caffeine addled, crippled by procrastination, consumed by feelings of panic, self-loathing and soul-crushing inadequacy… and that’s on a good day."