One day I hope you stop staring at the clocks you keep in your apartment. I hope you stop wondering whether time is slowing down or speeding up. I hope you stop questioning whether you're living in the past and start focusing on the future.

One day I hope you stop writing self
Destructive volumes and novels about yourself. I hope you stop comparing yourself to cancer and death. I hope you stop focusing on other people and learn that it's only you.

One day you'll wake up and find the anxiety and depression is all a little less terrifying than the day before. You'll find that the clocks are meaningless and time is nothing especially relevant. You'll find that the self destruction has turned into self love and the world might continue to go on for another day.

But if you find yourself stuck... In the middle of wanting to die and wanting to ask for help.  I hope you remember to ask.
I hope you remember it's okay to be afraid.
I hope you remember you will go on.

And if I find myself stuck... I hope I re read these words I wrote to try to find myself back again...