It’s where we do our most deep and meaningful thinking after all.
I can be sad. I don’t have to credit every negative emotion on my depression or my eating disorder. If I want to cry, I can. It’s not a sign weakness or that I’m surrendering myself to depression. People feel sad, whether they struggle with depression or not. I can’t keep beating myself up over being sad. It’s normal. Anyone would be sad if their friend, someone they care about, hasn’t spoken to them in months, or says they resent you but won’t give you the courtesy to tell you why. It hurts, and you know what? It’s okay. I doesn’t mean I’ve hit a set back in my recovery. It just means I’m fucking human.
I’m sad and hurt, and that’s okay. I’m done beating myself up for having a heart that beats.