No one tells you how hard it is to rewire your brain so you can allow amazing things to happen to you after so much trauma or hurt.
One of the hardest parts of depression is seeing all the evidence of who you used to be.
The books you don’t read anymore.
The art supplies collecting dust.
The hobbies you swore you loved.
It’s all still there.
You just can’t make yourself want to do any of them.
But blessings exist, good people exist, a softer life exists.
Let it happen.
