Sometimes, we just get lost. One incident can send you into a downward spiral, a hole you just can’t climb out of.
It can be caused by the death of someone close. Or the death of a stranger. It can be caused by a change of pace, something differing in your life. Bad grades. Bad friends. A broken heart.
And you never really anticipated just how much it would hurt and just how much it would impact your life. You thought you were strong and even if you didn’t, you thought you could at least get through some things on your own. Until you’ve gone years with an empty feeling still inside you, nights spent waiting up for something that will never happen, hollow laughs and smiles.
You start to wonder if this is just how life is. If this is how the rest of your life is going to go. Ghosting and living life as a shell, never feeling whole again. Maybe feeling sad is normal for me.
But it gets better.
And one day you’ll wake up and get out of bed without a fight. You’ll go to work and laugh along with your coworkers. You’ll spend your weekends genuinely interested in being with your friends. You’ll fall asleep with a smile on your face.
And you will do it all on your own.
You grabbed the shovel and dug yourself deep into a hole of sadness, but that just means you have the tools to get yourself out. You don’t need anyone’s helping hands, although they are appreciated.
It doesn’t happen all at once, it takes time. And it’s a slow and painful process – but one day you’ll wake up and realize that this is really how life is supposed to be. This is happiness.