Getting out if bed every day is hard. I stall and snooze as much as I can. My dog whines and scratches at the door some mornings.
I almost never spring out of bed ready to tackle the day.
Eventually I get up because I have to. My buddy needs me and I have work and bills to pay so I get out of bed.
But its not like I don’t sometimes think about how much easier it would be if it all just went away.
If I just went away.
Having mental health concerns is hard, I know it is. But if you dissappear you leave behind a whole mess of problems for the ones you love worse, than the ones you were dealing with.
This tree…was too stubborn for a sidewalk and they let him be…
I say its better to suffer and survive.
You never give up no matter how hard it gets.
This cherry tree fell over but it bloomed anyway…
This little weed found a crack in the wall and made a home.
There has always got to be more reasons to stay than there are to leave.
The graffiti says so too.