I’m not okay.
I smile, I laugh, I should be ok.
It doesn’t matter how much counselling I have, how many times I practice the coping methods, how many times I tell myself I am lucky, how often I take stock and evaluate. I always come back to the beginning, I am broken. My brain won’t allow it.
I don’t deserve to be happy. So tired of pretending, but my children need me to be strong. Exhausting.
I smile, I laugh, I should be ok.
It doesn’t matter how much counselling I have, how many times I practice the coping methods, how many times I tell myself I am lucky, how often I take stock and evaluate. I always come back to the beginning, I am broken. My brain won’t allow it.
I don’t deserve to be happy. So tired of pretending, but my children need me to be strong. Exhausting.
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