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Running scared and blind down narrow paths

It's true that this high will never last

I climb to the top just to plummet to the ground

And on impact I go further down

Further than I've ever been before

Digging deeper until the bottom sucks me in

Falling flat, looking up and seeing no end, to the darkness I am in

a cavern I discovered deep inside the earth, I couldn't escape or find any of my self worth

inside

My pit of pity and selfishness

Is a fitting grave, where I will serve a sentence in lonliness

Until one night, ideas of better days littered my mind

I held back tears and began to open my mind

It's insane how much your environment changes when you step out of the dark

Within the moonlight I saw where I really was, this cavern I'm trapped in

Is adorned with the most beautiful sparkling gemstones, sparkling within these dark walls of earth which hold me captive inside, later I realized that I didn't want to die

I observed the crystals, glistening in the light, and found a long path that took me out of the cavern on this night

I climbed and climbed along the moonlit glistening path, until I found myself above ground again, dare I ever look back?

I do, because the past is what teaches us to be better. Never forget who you were so you don't keep digging yourself deeper

Realize that your current situation does not define your forever, and the storms of yesterday are vital for better weather

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“I like living. I have sometimes been wildly, despairingly, acutely miserable, racked with sorrow, but through it all I still know quite certainly that just to be alive is a grand thing.”

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POV it's a full moon in September and you're a witch having a ritual with your coven

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Charles Bukowski, "I also like to look at ceilings," from The People Look Like Flowers At Last

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Holidays are hard. Not having good relationships with family, expected to spend a lot on things someone doesn't need or want, spending time away from animals and the safety of your home. Your nerves are wrecked, frazzled. You're expected to remain calm, sober, and happy all day long, but you feel rum down, overwhelmed, over stimulated, and depressed. How are we supposed to be happy with the way the world is crumbling? Children are being kicked out for being themselves. Lgbtq kids being abused and neglected. With the snow and ice melting in the Arctic, the forests and jungles burning down, fresh water Rivers drying up. People fight for their lives to be free or to just survive other people's wars. How is the holiday supposed to be easy?

It wasn't for me. My own family barely wanted to be here for Christmas. Christmas isn't what it used to be when we were children.

All are welcome here. I am your mom now, I can hug you and feed you with love. 😩 we are family now

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Can we talk about how suffocating the holidays feel? As the eldest daughter??? Who is barely surviving, barely affording life, forgets what time of the year it is, and shows up with nothing as a gift for Christmas??? And then throw in a little bit of ✨️depression & ADHD✨️ into the mix. Yeah, I'm sad. I feel disappointing.

It sucks.

I'm drowning.

I hate capitalism.

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“Start now. Start where you are. Start with fear. Start with pain. Start with doubt. Start with hands shaking. Start with voice trembling but start. Start and don’t stop. Start where you are, with what you have. Just… start.”

— Ijeoma Umebinyuo

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Reblog to kill it faster

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My Wife’s Lovers, 1891 by Carl Kahler (Austrian, 1855–1906)