It's a struggle, but I'm making it and that's what matters.
I am a survivor.
My illness does not define who I am.
I define who I am.
We’re young and in love. Unfortunately, all people will ever see is that we’re young. And to try to get them to listen when you want to explain your side, is possibly the hardest task known to man. Because what divorced, 40 year-old wants to hear that two 17 year-olds are in love? And even if we do catch their attention, even if they decide to listen, what are we going to say? “He’s my everything. My better half. My end and my beginning.” Overused, overrated combinations of words that every person who has ever watched a sappy love movie has heard 12 million times.
But, how else do you make sense of someone being able to take away the very breath you breathe just by looking into your eyes? How can words describe how someone can come along and light up such a deep, scary darkness? You can’t, it’s impossible.
And so why do they question us? Do they dare second guess that the stars are beautiful just because you look at them and are at a loss of words because the beauty is so captivating? No. Just because words aren’t enough to describe it, doesn’t mean it’s not the truth.
I could spend the next 10 years comparing you to every flower, star, extravagant moment, and none of them would do your amount of beauty justice. I could write poems upon poems trying to stitch together a little less than a 100 words to explain how much I love you. But it’ll never be enough. No amount of comparisons or letters I give you will ever be able to completely grasp half as much as I feel for you.
shak1ra (via shak1ra)
- upset stomach and vomiting
- muscle aches
- chronic fatigue
- hormonal problems
- irregular menstrual cycles
- lowered immune system
- shortness of breath
- heart palpitations
it is a lot more than just “feeling anxious “
I will always fucking reblog this.