i want to go home. i will always want to go home. even when i am at home i want to go home. but i’m not really thinking of a place, it’s more that feeling of everything finally being over, of seeing the light in the windows of your house on a cold night, of being safe, the relief of leaving a party you’re not enjoying, like when you felt sick at school and they sent you home, or when you got upset at a sleepover and they called your parents. i want my mam to come get me. i want to go home.
elizabeth wurtzel, prozac nation // lorde, ribs // maggie stiefvater, the dream thieves // billie marten, red sea blue sea
Struggling can often feel like failing. But you’re not failing. Chances are you’re being so productive in ways you don’t even realise.
Even just resting is time well spent on your healing. Even playing games or watching shows is time spent recharging or enjoying something you may not have had the time for.
Even the little things like showering and taking your vitamins are productive towards your physical health.
Even the little things you got done towards your career, if any, are actually really important and they don’t count for nothing. Even the little quotes and affirmations you learn are new longterm tools in your mental health toolkit.
Even the little bit you’ve studied is more than nothing and you probably counts a lot more than you think.
Even the time spent just scrolling through the Internet has probably taught you so many different, new things, and those things matter and are worth knowing.
Even a text you sent someone or a post you made online made someone feel less alone and made their day or their week.
