today is world mental health day.
in case you haven’t heard it lately, i want you to know that you’re loved. i’m so proud of you. fighting against your mind is the hardest battle to get, yet still, you survived 100% of your bad days.
i want you to know that you’re brave. you survived through every single moment when everything felt like giving up, like there’s no light in your future, like you won’t make it. you thought that no one would care if you’re alive or dead. even though people invalidated you, made you feel misunderstood, empty, hurting, alone, you still kept going.
you still gave all your love to people who experienced the same feelings as you. you tried to give them a reason to stay. you showed them a light at the end of the tunnel. you didn’t judge their experiences. you didn’t invalidate what they’ve gone through, nor their emotions.
i’m so fucking proud of you. i’m writing this to applaud to you because it’s not easy. it’s hard to stay strong when everything around is falling apart. i’m incredibly proud of all the progress you’ve made.
living with mental illness is not easy, you’re so much more than your demons.
you’re valid, even if you haven’t received a diagnosis. you’re valid, even if you’ve never spoken about your issues. you’re valid, even if somebody told you that you’re "exaggerating" (which is not true, because mental health is not supposed to be judged).
thank you for not giving up. recovery is possible. even though healing is not linear, is so worth it.
one day sun will shine for us once again.
i love you to the moon and back, thank you for existing.
