healing for no one but me

by Jennae Cecelia

you do not even know how much the story you are scared to tell could help someone else out of their own isolated hell.

i want to eat burgers and pizza and not say that was the first thing i ate all day.

you told me i was broken. that it should not be this hard to be happy. why was i always sad? why was i always sleeping? you said i was broken, but really you were breaking me while simultaneously telling me i was overreacting.

you can ask everyone for advice, but at the end of the day only you know what is best for your life. only you know what direction is right.

"You can drive all night looking for the answers in the pouring rain" -Cigrette Daydream, Cage The Elephant

not everyone is going to be able to see your vision. we do not all see the world through eyes with the same prescription. it is ok to be the only one rooting for your decision.

if you knew me before five years ago and not anymore, you do not really know the me now. you have met me. you have interacted with me. but only a me that is just a ghost to the me today. who you think you know is so far away.

i did not deserve to be told my ideas were silly, or that i should not like ranch with my pizza,

i was good at being alone. i was good at getting lost in my mind. i was good at finding comfort in myself. that was what i did all this time. so when one day i had more than just me to share me things with, i did not know how much i really needed it.

you do not need to suffer alone in your room with the music blaring. and your notebook filled. and your favorite show on for distraction. there is beauty in help. there is beauty in asking.