Alexandria Brown

That first step towards being honest with someone or yourself is the biggest, scariest and best step you’ll ever take.

As weird as it’s going to sound, you’ve started down a path to heal, really heal, what has been plaguing you secretly for all this time. By admitting that you’re not in the right head space is the first step in starting to get yourself the help you need.

I feel their love when the numbness takes over my entire body and getting out of bed isn’t going to happen that day.

When do you miss me the most? Do you miss me most when you’re alone late at night? When you’re lying in your bed, looking at the empty space beside you?

Let’s get real with each other. You’re struggling. I can see it.

We never really argued. We never really yelled. Maybe because you were my best friend and that made things just feel right.

I don’t want to continue to believe that my anxiety and depression are too much of a weight to put on someone else so what’s the point in even falling love.

You listen to my crazy. You indulge in my weird comments. You make me laugh until I cry. And there’s no one like you.

Maybe I don’t stay up till 6 am with those people, talking about our lives and wondering who we’re going to be. Maybe I don’t call them all crying when something’s going wrong. Maybe I don’t get to see them as much as I’d like.

I know how hard I battle daily to continue with a routine that just feels so lacklustre without you. One that has taken me years to work on. One that has just made me run away time and time again to feel a version of alive.

Really it’s because I am a coward. I’m too much of a coward to tell someone I love them. I’m too much of a coward leave a situation I hate. I’m too much of a coward to start over one more time.

Why is it that people being happy and who they are makes us look at them like they’re the insane ones? Why is it the people who love themselves, truly love themselves, conceited and vain?