Real

The struggle is real.

Depression is real.

Love is real.

If dark has the right to be, light has to shine too.

For every dark day we encounter we will find twice as many days filled with love and joy.

Those days we wonder if we are good enough . Those days that have us questioning why we are even alive still. We will get though and through.

We are so worth love! We are so worth loving ourselves with the same love we give to animals and loved ones.

You are amazing! Something about you nobody else has. Air! Feel your belly fill up with hair. Feel it, that’s all you!

πŸ’― we all go through it. We must allow ourselves to feel and recognize it for what it is. Call it out and dismiss it. Let’s not allow  it to take anymore days or air from us πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈ

πŸ’― we all go through it. We must allow ourselves to feel and recognize it for what it is. Call it out and dismiss it. Let’s not allow it to take anymore days or air from us πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸ’“πŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈπŸŒΈ