These lungs aren't still filled with you, are they?

Stop silencing yourself.

This body I've been placed in
sometimes feels like I'm living in sin.
There is no immediate relief -
please give me an antidote to this grief.

It's very strange how I could psych myself into believing you didn't exist here, never meant anything, for a whole day, for a whole moment. You've already impacted my life so greatly. And isn't that something to be grateful for?

Complete surrender requires immense trust.

It's absolutely necessary that you make yourself smile at least once in this lifetime, realizing your happiness is shaped within and rekindled by others.

And I'm slowly realizing it's fear that's holding me back from choosing, for what if I decide and it's not the correct path? Do such things exist as right or wrong choices?

These are challenging times, but these are the times when your voice is the most valuable. And you, love, should not hold it in.

Sometimes I take the easy way out, give up in little ways, but I always regret it. I want to start building up small victories, even if they only last a day.

How can I start acting true to myself when I don't recognize the girl I once was?