Time keeps on tickin’.

It really trips me out when people ask me for advice on how to let go of/get over someone. Not too long ago, I was in the same predicament – probably worse off. And back then I didn’t even bother asking, because I felt like a lost cause. 

I still have a long way to go on this journey to self-love, but today I can honestly say that I am proud of how far I’ve come (HOLY SHIT. Did I just say something nice about myself?). I wish I could tell you the process didn’t seem long. In actuality, it felt longer. 

Time seems to stand still at the most inconvenient of times. It streams tears down your cheek in slow-motion, and holds onto moments of resentment with an unwavering fist. The clock beats moments of anxiety like a dead horse, and presses pause when you’re in the darkest of places. Yet, it’s as if happiness is fleeting and joy is only seconds away from turning into turmoil.

Next to myself, I’d have to say time was my only other adversary. I know it doesn’t have to be, but when you’re up to your soul in a pool full of depression and nothing but time, it’s your worst enemy. 

It’s true: time heals.  Unfortunately, it can also wound. I’m not going to be one of those people that say you need the saddest of sads to make you appreciate the happiest of happy’s. Because really, who knows? And who the fuck am I to tell you if you are or aren’t happy? However, I will admit that everytime something good happens to me, I think about the bad things that have happened to me and it seems to make that moment of happiness last longer. 

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