btw you cant save people. the most you can do is try to understand them. the most you can do is let them be themselves. all you can do is empathize, be there
Do you ever just stumble upon old posts you made and your heart aches for the person you once were? For me a little bit has to do with how sad I used to be, how distorted my view of myself was, and how I look at her now thinking “you weren’t fat or worthless”. A little bit has to do with the bittersweet feeling I get along with the lingering nostalgia as I take myself back to the times of these posts, how vividly I still feel how I did back then. A little bit has to do with how I feel that though I was depressed- some beauty came out of it through song writing, poems, and random paragraphs. Do you ever just stumble upon things from the past and wonder “is this how I’ll feel 10 years from now when I somehow come across these memories again”? I thought that I had found myself after these dark ages, but now I’m starting to think I never did in the first place.
