Lately a lot of things have been running through my head and I'm surprised that at this point I haven't exploded. Stress and anxiety are two fiery twins no one wants to encounter. It's like drowning when you're surrounded by air. It's funny how you can be gasping for breath when on the outside everything looks so calm. The outside is serene, but the inside is a complete and total mess. And sometimes you find a life raft and paddle to the outskirts of the storm only to realize it's just one rain cloud. But that doesn't mean that one rain cloud can't flood a city.
There are good days, and there are bad days, And there are days of complete and total chaos. But sometimes you can't live for today because today might suck. And sometimes you can't live for the next day because it might seem that you're in a total rut. But you can live for the good days.
Good days aren't planned. They can't be timed or counted. They can only be documented in a memory, or an image or a dream. But they are real. They do exists even at times when it feels like they're a myth. At the beginning it might seem like there isn't a end. But trust me at the end,
the beginning will seem so far away.
keep your heads up,