“Nothing in the world can bother you as much as your own mind, I tell you. In fact, others seem to be bothering you, but it is not others, it is your own mind.”—Sri Sri Ravi Shankar (via shessofuckedinthehead)
“The feelings that hurt most, the emotions that sting most, are those that are absurd; the longing for impossible things, precisely because they are impossible; nostalgia for what never was; the desire for what could have been; regret over not being someone else; dissatisfaction with the world’s existence. All these half-tones of the soul’s consciousness create in us a painful landscape, an eternal sunset of what we are.”—Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via sequences)
This week alone has been one of the hardest, it’s been a struggle to even get my head on straight. My uncle was on a breathing machine, stopped breathing twice, and then woke up, and even though he’s not dead, I still lost him. Now, one of my best friends is in the hospital for an overdose, I felt it, I knew it. After losing someone to suicide before, the gut feeling that comes with knowing something or someone isn’t okay, is horribly sickening. They’re both alive, breathing, surviving. The thing is, we’re all here for a reason, we all question that reason, take advantage of that reason, we sometimes even drive ourselves crazy over that reason. In a second, a person takes their last breath, while our hearts keep beating. If there’s one thing I’ve learned this year, it’s to trust every struggle, every obstacle put in our path. I just wanted everyone to know, that if you’re feeling like rock bottom is it for you, and you can’t go up, you can. You have so so much to live for, to keep breathing for, because in a year the small stuff that’s bothering you now, won’t even matter. You MATTER, your life MATTERS. If there’s anyone that is suicidal, on the borderline of it, anyone that just needs someone, I’m here. I’m a inbox away, a call, a text, I’m here. Please don’t hesitate to talk to me.