We've all been there.
Sometimes you just lie in bed, staring at the ceiling for hours, wondering why you don't want to get out of bed.
Sometimes you have to work SO HARD to stand up on your feet and walk till the basin to wash your face.
Sometimes it's so difficult to make yourself a cup of tea, smile, and pretend you're feeling fine.
Because you're not.
Your heart is heavy, your feet are cold, your eyes are unfocused and you feel hollow.
You feel so inexplicably lonely.
You feel like even though you know people, there's no one who will actually stand by your side when you need them.
You feel it's all so worthless, so futile, such a waste.
It's such a waste to carry on with any task you have that day. You'd rather lie down and go back to sleep.
It's such a chore to spend time getting something to eat, it's not even worth it. You'll be okay with a piece of toast maybe. Or nothing.
It's so USELESS talking to anyone, because ultimately, no one cares, right?
And you're sinking deeper and deeper into that void, like the darkness is pulling you in it's gravity, draining away your light and color, leaving you empty and hopeless.
You don't like anything at all.
You don't want to sit in front of that computer, and finish your work for the day.
You don't want to take up that paintbrush you love so dearly, and experiment with new shades you've been wanting to try.
You let that new book gather dust at the little corner of your bookshelf.
You're not even standing in front of the mirror to see how pretty you look that day!
Because all you want is to close your eyes.
The sunlight feels harsh and unforgiving.
The birds chirping feel so unbearably cheerful.
The trees are swaying with such wild abandon!
Why, why is the world so carefree?
How dare they be? When you're lying in bed, alone, not even sure why you're feeling this way?!
And it's okay.
You've been so stressed lately. I'm sure you've been working more than you can handle all at once. You've got so much on your plate, and you don't know how to deal with it. You're looking at those people, who seen to have it all together. Who can multitask, do a dozen things at once, and you're frustrated because you fall so short.
And it's okay.
It's okay to feel this way.
Nobody can do everything at once.
Sometimes, all you need to do is close your eyes and feel the world around you.
How the sunlight feels so gently warm on a cold December morning.
How the softly swaying leaves still retain their green, as if trying to be cheerful in a frosty winter.
How the birds are flying overhead, hustling and energetic, like they have so many things to do, and they're too busy to be sad.
How the water is rippling gently over the pebbles in the brook, making music unique to our ears.
And it's okay.
To just close your eyes, and take in the nature around you.
You can watch the clouds in the sky, so calm and slow, telling you it's okay to take your time.
You don't have to be perfect.
You don't have to do everything all at once.
It's okay to be lonely, to be depressed, or frustrated.
It's okay to just exist some days, without any thoughts of the past and future.
You need to take a deep breath and let the secrets of the world tell you of your worth.
You need to let yourself out of that rut you're in, but in your own time.
There is no need to hurry, my dear.
It's okay to be imperfect.
It's okay not to be good at everything you do.
It's okay to be anxious.
It's okay to just be YOU!