08/10/2025
Life is messy.
When I was younger I would look at my peers and I couldn't understand how perfectly well they seemed to handle life. I felt at odds with these put-together people. Where was their raw emotion? Where was the awkwardness of not fitting in? Where was their life curve balls? Where was their pain? Or was harsh reality of life only saved for the select few of us who have experienced trauma?
But, I realised over time and the longer I get to spend on this earth how messy life actually is. There is not one correct linear path. The more time I get to be in this life I come to realise how beautifully resilient people are.
And oftentimes hearing their stories and really listening to their heartbreaks I have realised that these outwardly appearing put-their-life-together people more often than not have also experienced their fair share of life curve balls.
And the most bizarre realisation of all:
How glad I am to be reminded that we are not alone in this messy life.
And I think this is what gives depression it's power. Its heavy darkness makes us forget this and makes us feel like our world is so small.
We forget that there are people who love us, who unconditionally. When actually we are surrounded by community.
Lately I have been so comforted to know that even when life feels heavy and the world feels dark. Others feel this way too and are on their own messy path navigating this life. And somehow this shared experience of darkness brings just a little bit of light. Of hope.
Thinking of you, and always believing you can when you feel like you can't x