You trudge to the mirror,
Stare at your blotchy eyes, your tear-streaked face,
Your helplessly broken self.
You try to lift the corners of your mouth just a tad bit,
In a futile attempt to force yourself to smile.
It hurts too much.
It all comes crashing down.
What a broken mess you are,
A mess of of the person you once were.
A mess of the person you wish you were.
How can you ever be them again?
But hey, listen.
You’re trying to smile when you can’t.
You don’t have to smile right now.
No one is forcing you to be happy 24/7.
No one expects you to be happy 24/7.
(And if they do, well, that’s their problem.)
It’s okay to be a mess sometimes.
It’s okay to fall apart so often.
You’re strong, you’ll get through this.
One day, smiling will come so easily, just like that.
One day, you will be happy, with your life.
But for now, being is enough.