everything I thought I knew became shattered by the realization of how I felt. I asked myself if I had only been suppressing my depression, pretending like it didn't exist so that life could be normal. the shock wounded me and my pride, and I felt small and weak. what if I was not the person I thought I was.
then I remembered that it's ok to feel small and weak, and that not having figured yourself out is part of being a human being. the faults we have and the things we struggle with doesn't defines whether we are kind-hearted people or not, and that's what it comes down to. you just have to live with things and accept yourself for it.
wednesday mornings can be revelating