No words can express the amount of sadness I feel. Every time someone calls to wish me happy birthday asking how I'm celebrating it all I could do was cry.
I'd been finding it so hard to do anything at all, even photography, and never in the past 5 years have I ever been on such a long hiatus, the state of needing a break and just being unable to even use that as my channel of expression.
I don't understand.
I don't understand this semi-detachment I feel towards my own life, this pain that makes no sense. It feels as if every wound there ever was is still raw as new, as if none would ever go away, nor fade.
It'll pass but never really leave, like the memory of a yawning black cave, in the back of your mind. Quiet as it can become, you'll never forget. Fill it up you try, stuffing it with other things, happy memories devoured. A silence that is so unbearably loud it hurts.
Melancholy girl. Sometimes I allow myself to plunge into it's depths, some self punishment project I do not want to be saved from, and yet my mind tells me it can't go on forever. I am stronger than my emotions, and somehow, over time, I find I've been smiling again.
Following your text. Just relax, take it easy, let yourself feel like it's holyday day and enjoy whatever you feel like enjoying. In peace and respect.
You'll get used to it.