Estranged Daughter

I don’t mean to be so dark reader, I swear I’m not a pessimist. I didn’t say happiness isn’t attainable, or I’m a miserable person now. I just don’t think healing is real, you actually never get “better.” You don’t wake up one day with a weight lifted off your chest because you’ve been exercising everyday. There’s no book you can read that will bring you peace, and there’s no one that can share the pain with you. It’s almost harmful to think there’s some magical cure for poor mental health. I think dear reader instead of healing, we learn. We learn how to carry the weight of trauma with us, and it’s heavy. You learn not to ponder on it so much- what your triggers are, and how to avoid them. After a while you teach yourself how to smile again, learning is never ending for someone who is broken.