There’s a moment in the quiet when you wonder if it’s worth it.
Is all of the happiness worth the small moments of sad?
Is it worth it to constantly question your worth when you already know where you stand?
When you care about someone or something so fully where all you want to do is fight through all of the bullshit. You wade through all of the shit hoping your thoughts and feelings will be seen and heard just as much as you take in the opposite thoughts and feelings.
But when do you stop fighting?
A person can only put up with so much of something before they’re ready to just walk away. No matter how much it’ll hurt to leave, staying might hurt even worse.
I preach the whole “Find yourself and don’t let anyone tell you that you’re less” topic. But I’ll be the first to tell you I don’t always live by that. And I hate it. I hate it more than anything in the universe.
I spent years dealing with shitty relationships and shitty people.
I spent years building myself up from rock bottom.
Over the last few weeks, I’ve made my voice known, and at the end of it, it feels like all of that was for nothing.
You put so much of yourself into something that even when you’re 86% happy, the thought of leaving that situation seems so impossible.
The good always outweighs the bad. But at what point is the bad just too much to handle?
Is it growing up when you allow yourself the moments of miserable? Or is it knowing the miserable moments and being able to say “Yeah, okay, I think I’m over this”?