I’m sure many of you can relate to this – personally, it was about my depression, but I know that it will have a different meaning for different people. If you’d like to, you can comment about how you perceived this. I hope you enjoy reading!
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Twenty steps.
Twenty steps to freedom.
It should be easy, right? Lift one leg, move forward, and do it again. But sometimes we get pushed back and when people ask, “How are you?” how can we reply that we were doing fine yesterday, but we’re back at the beginning today? How can we tell them without the fear that what we’re saying isn’t valid? Isn’t enough because, “Look at that girl. She has thirty steps and you only have twenty. Why are you being so dramatic?” and “Its not that hard. You’re just overreacting.”
And at some point maybe we start believing you, but it doesn’t make it any easier. These feelings are valid. These struggles are real. It may take us years to climb those steps and reach the top, but when we do, we will be stronger.
Don’t you dare call us weak because we fell. You were the ones who pushed us down.
Twenty steps to freedom.
Twenty steps.