Nonetheless

It’s so much easier telling someone else that it’s going to be okay.
You feel more significant somehow, helping someone else out.
But then it’s impossible trying to figure yourself out
Telling yourself that it’s all going to be alright, that’s just too hard.
Others believe in you
Others care about you
But we find it hard to be kind to ourselves
To think we’re worth time or effort to have love put into our lives
To think our own lives are going to be okay. We just don’t see it…

But this isn’t impossible for anyone.
Not even you.
We all make it, all of us.