argyrials:Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in a person-fitting bottle and no one is there to
argyrials: Sometimes I feel like I’m caught in a person-fitting bottle and no one is there to help me. I’m losing my breath, my limbs are caught in each other, the glass walls are closing in… And breaking out would mean wounding myself. Is freedom worth it if its hurts? Do answers to the questions we have matter as much as we think when we’re searching for them? Do we put too much importance in the could-have-been’s and what-might-be’s? I don’t know. At least the thing about depression is that the glass bottle disappears. You never know why or how but sometimes it’s there and sometimes it’s not. You learn to accept that this is your life, living in confided spaces and everything feeling too vast when let out. But you do make the best of both the good and bad.Please keep caption intact if reblogging. -- source link