"She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings"

Her magic was
that she could still
see the sunset
even on those
darkest days .

He asked her what it's like living with anxiety.

She smiled sadly, "It's a never-ending pulse-race. Like knowing you don't want to jump off a cliff but not being able to talk yourself down from it.

Your fears take on a nebulous, unidentifiable form that tightens around your throat and incapacitates you.

There is no calm. No peace. Only the edge of a very strained thread."

Standing on a timeline
Baffled and confused
Where did we go wrong
And what shall we do

You deserve everything there is to give.

You deserve to be called beautiful every single day whether you believe it or not.

You deserve waking up to breakfast in the morning.

You deserve your feet rubbed after a long day at work.

You deserve a love that matches your own.

You deserve happiness.

You deserve parts of me I’m too afraid to share.