“I always thought night time was the worst. Turns out, mornings are the worst. It's in the morning that you realize you're still here, you've woken up, and you're still breathing. You wake up, and everything feels normal. Then you are filled with grief. You're grieving you and your lost happiness. In the morning, you realize you're exhausted. From sleepless nights, tossing, turning, and emotional toll. You're exhausted from the problems you face with people and the ones you face by yourself. In the morning, you're forced to drag yourself out of bed and survive another day. You realize you have to spend the rest of the day making everyone think you're okay, when you're actually falling apart. So the night time isn't the worst part at all. That's when you can finally break down, and not have to pretend you're slowly destroying yourself.”
