Dead Month, Dead Me

THIS. Oh such great timing. That’s why I keep reading TC. This matter has been puzzling in my head for a while now. I’m twenty-two and I have felt like I’m in a constant state of uncertainty and despair. I always feel like I have to find my “calling” to be happy. I’m tired of waiting for the future to be happy. I’m going to be happy NOW! There is this quote I want to share that makes me feel good and always telling this to myself, “Flow with whatever may happen and let your mind be free, stay centered by accepting whatever you are doing, this is the ultimate”. I also loved the phrase “…I long to feel loved, fulfilled. But to be loved you must accept love; to be fulfilled you must make space…”

Thought Catalog

I wake up heavy. For a moment, I attempt to smile. But the weight of my everything presses down on me and I recede into the dark heaviness. Be happy, I think, you have no reason not to be. Work with me, I say to my brain, but it just fades away. I try so hard to control everything in my life, chasing dreams and success and recognition, but when I turn inwards it slips away. I’m always running, running, running, but I can’t define the finish line.

My body rises, slow-moving and uninspired. I go through the day, drinking coffee to jolt my body toward a normal speed. As long as I keep running, it works. When I pause to take a breath, the heaviness comes crashing on to me and I reach my hand out from under it, gasping for another distraction, something I can control. Let me study…

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