Depression is like …

Everyone with Depression have their own way of expressing what it feels like for them. And for me personally Depression is like a bad friend who tells you that you are a bad person who doesn’t deserve to be happy. It’s like a bully that acts like your friend. Basically, it’s my frenemy. I decided to deal with this so called friend because I didn’t want to be alone. Also, it’s the only friend I have that I don’t know how to let go. It’s a toxic, bad friend.

In the end, I treated it like it’s human that needed someone to talk to and I was that person. So I always listened and said that everything will be okay.

Hopefully, everything will work out. If not then pull yourself up and keep going no matter what.

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My Letter To You

I’m human and proud to be one. To be human means we are fueled by our emotions but also our intelligence. We can be so much more than fighting for survival. We can fight for each other and honor our name in this world.

Never forget to be kind to each other because that always matters the most.

Peace and love,

Ria ❤

Lesson Learned

There was this girl who cried in the corner and hoping to be found. Now the light had touched her heart that made her laugh and cry. She finally know what love is suppose to look like. She realized love is not possessive and manipulative. Love is to embrace everything about each other despite the flaws. So she knows she need to be patient and be stubborn on the right things to see the light again.

For Everyone

Today, I decided to be grateful. Not because it is a holiday. Because I am even though I don’t see it yet. I know I am truly grateful of meeting someone who showed me love this year. I felt it all and wanted the best for that person. I will always be grateful for him because he is the reason why I choose to live. Choose to love instead of hate, greed, and all that negative emotions I have inside.

So please be good to each other, be kind to each other despite who they are, and lastly just be nice.

Thank you for reading this post

And I hope many of you are enjoying your Thanksgiving! ❤

Why I Write

It is the only thing I have. It never judged. It is a reflection of me. It is like rehab my own way. It helps me to find my way again instead of assuming that there’s nothing I can rely on. So why not continue to write as much as I can. It is everything to me. It brings me passion and peace. It gave me the reason to write no matter what I think or feel. So here I am making sure this blog is my life to which it is. Here we go.

Illusions

I told myself that I don’t deserve love
And so I avoid people

I told myself I need pain
And so the cuts run deep

I told myself I’m fat and ugly
And so the foods consumed me

I told myself the purgatory is my home
And so the void touched my mind

Hope is an illusion
That I cannot keep