when you also kind of have a question for eris but it's just some dumb deep shit because she's old
Bring it Blue
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I mean…
This is so cliche but
Does it get better?I mean, really?
Life, I mean.
Because I've always been told you just have to wait until you're older and everything will be okay. But I'm getting older and it doesn't seem to be like that at all.
I mean this in the most sincere way possible. I'm not bullshitting or nothing. I swear on my deities and my very life.
It does.
It 100% does get better.
I was in a really, really shit place right after high school and all through out college (all three times). It really seemed like the world was out to get me and I couldn't do anything right. My parents hated me, my extended family wouldn't help, my friends were toxic as shit, and I couldn't find a way out of that deep fucking hole that I dug myself into. Everything was taken from me. Literally. I had no money, I was homeless, my parents kicked me out (of the fucking state of california), and the only place I had left to go was the home of someone who had been emotionally abusing me since I was in diapers. My biological father.
It was the worst blow I had ever taken. And I was miserable. I developed an eating disorder and lost so much weight it was terrifying, my depression spiked and well it was just shit.
But
My StepMother saved my life. I adore this woman. She was the only one that noticed what was happening and took me under her wing. She brought me back out of everything. But not in the way you might think. Sure she got me my meds and took me to my therapist appointments, but she made me do so much more on my own. It was a gradual feeling, but it was like waking up and realizing that I had so much more to me. That I was the one giving up, that everyone else was reacting to me over how I reacted to myself. I couldn't hate or belittle myself anymore, I had to build myself up because there was no one else but me.
My StepMother stood by to support me while I struggled my way through school, while I got my first job, while I went through boy after boy after girl after girl. She stood by my side while I made myself strong.
Once everyone started seeing that I was fighting for what I wanted, they fell right into place.
I wouldnt take no for an answer. I fought my way through everything just because I knew that I wanted to make myself smile again.
And I did.
It took years–hell I'm 25 now and moved states for a banging career because I fought for it–and I'm still working on it. But now I'm trying to keep smiling now.
Its not about having a dream to get better and hope that life will supply to your demand. Its about taking life by the fucking balls and telling it to give you what you want.
You (all of you) are just now starting this journey and it fucking sucks, but I promise that if you look at yourself for even a second in the mirror and go "Bitch, we gonna fuck shit up." Then you will. Even when you feel you've hit rock bottom, you just go "Nah, this aint it. Fuck this." Dust yourself off and keep going because you are going to be the only one that is strong enough for you. Sometimes you gotta be your own coach.
Remember: (This is my saying for everyone the best advice Ive ever given)
No one is born a king, the become king.
And to us writers that's usually a 4 to 6 book series. You are all on book one. Time to move past this shit chapter yea? Turn the goddamn page.