Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.
I see all my friends getting their life together so effortlessly and all the pieces a falling right into place for them. All while mine are falling apart. And as happy as I am for them, there’s a part of me that it upsets. I’m jealous, they have people to help and support them. Then, there’s me, by myself and struggling.