its time to accept that this is bigger than me and that I’ve exhausted all my current options.
And so I sit here in the fucking hospital waiting room hoping and praying that someone is gonna help.
The triage nurse was lovely. This may be off to a good start.
set back after set back and I’m still dragging myself kicking and screaming towards recovery… that’s something right?
“
There’s really no shortcut to forgetting someone. You just have to endure missing them everyday until you don’t anymore.
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Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege)