Megan Glosson

I am built to endure pain, weather hardship, and fight for all that you deserve. I’ll never grow tired of protecting you, of holding you in my heart.

The obstacle in my fairytale is that the “fair maiden” is just me.

It’s heartbreaking to never feel loved the way you love. The world is a lonely place for those of us who constantly care with every fiber of our being and every breath we take.

It may take time to recognize, to fully discern what a catch you really are and the love that you should be receiving each and every day.

I see the entire work of art; I see your canvas beautifully complete.

So, how can you harness the cosmic energy of this momentary natural balance of light and dark?

You don’t even know I’m listening, do you? That I hang on every word that lingers in the air?

I will never be sorry for following my heart because it overflows with empathy; it pulsates with compassion.

There’s still the feeling of anxiety every time your mom calls to “chat,” but it no longer consumes you.

The truth is this: you wear your heart on your sleeve. You connect with the world around you on a level that is immeasurable and unknown to most.

I wish you nothing but the best and I hold onto nothing.

Sitting with depression doesn’t mean letting go, being happy, or feeling healthy: it just means having the ability to keep yourself alive even when your insides are screaming otherwise.