I’m pretty much obsessed with celebrities that die before their time, or die because they took their own lives -- whether via suicide or drugs -- because from an outsider looking in it’s hard to understand. What first world struggles could have been so bad? Beauty, glamour, fame, riches, travels, a rockstar boyfriend/gf, etc -- all these things people can only dream of having, and everything we are told we should want.
And yet despite ‘having it all’ it still was not enough.
That worries me. When I’m having bad days, weeks, or months I often think to myself if I have the right to even feel sad, upset, depressed, hopeless. I have a good life. A great life. I have a hubs and family and friends I love, that love me. I have three little kitties I adore and bring us lots of joy. We eat well. We live well. We both have our health. What is there to be sad about?
But the hard/sad/hopeless times are hard to ignore. It creeps in if you let it - slowly at first - and then you start to believe that is the only life that will ever exist. And you forget that to an outsider looking in you probably have it all -- and you do. Or at least the things that matter.
What I mean to say, and what I’ve learned/am learning is yes, life is hard sometimes, but address it, feel it, cry about it, embrace the “dark passenger” and then get on with it. Something that is easier said than done, but I have to remind myself that the struggle is worth it -- that this life and the people in it are worth it. Happiness is worth it.
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