“Be Brave.”
I repeated the sentence over and over hoping it’ll make some difference, but to no effect.
Death was awaiting him and there was no stopping it. I mean, I knew we were all gonna die someday, but I never saw it coming this way.
Dan was distancing himself from me thinking that would help with the pain. It didn’t. If anything, I was more miserable.
“It’ll be fine,” he had said last week when I went to visit him....
Saturday, 22 October 2016
Saturday, 8 October 2016
Growing Up
"We're all a little broken but the last time I checked, broken crayons still colour."
These couple of weeks were the darkest days of my life. I didn't want to do anything, even the things I once loved, didn't want to talk to anyone, didn't even want to get out of bed. Every morning was worse than the last. I didn't know what to do. I was stressed, had anxiety and was overall confused. I knew I should talk to somebody about...