subject line: not exactly "capitol-H-hope"; more like the garden variety that gets me through the day sometimes

 

Cambridge, Massachusetts

Dear me a year from now when my life looks different from today’s peachy hues, or me tomorrow for no good reason but the darkness seeping in from the corners of my brain to lie to me in my own voice-

When you want to end everything- to put a bag over your head, or slit your wrists, or jump off a bridge, remember: the heavy feelings aren’t the only feelings.

There are beautiful feelings too, like love and joy and acceptance and shoulder nudges and inside jokes and smirks of camaraderie across crowded rooms.

Yes, the darkness is valid. But it doesn’t get to win.