Oh, if only this world had shown me a _little_ more mercy. Yea, I’m happy. But I still have problems. Mentally, physically, medically, emotionally. I’m okay, but I’m not okay. I’ve lost loved ones. I lost myself. I’ll lose more and more as my life goes on. And I’ll never be able to control that. That’s how life goes. People have it worse than me. There’s people broker than me, a lot less healthy than me, less fortunate than me, and so much more. It’s just a part of being human. I am human. I can only control myself. Nobody else. Even if it feels like I barely control myself, I still do a little bit. I control my thoughts, my eyes, and what I write. That’s about it. It feels like someone else controls my movements and words. Someone I can’t control. But whoever it is, she still manages to be me.

At the end of everyday, I’m still human. And so are you. We may need help sometimes. Don’t just brush everything off. Just letting some things go can help a lot. Whether you’re talking out loud to yourself, talking to AI, or an actual human or animal. It all helps. I know from experience. Remember you are loved. There will always be at least one person loving you. And it’ll be me. ❤️ Even if I don’t know you, I’ll still love you because you are human. Humans make mistakes. That’s life.