Sometimes people feel sad, sometimes for no reason, and sometimes they get lost trying to find their way back to happiness.
Sometimes, people means me.
I don’t know if anyone else knows what I’m talking about. It’s like being trapped somewhere you don’t want to be, and having no clue about how to get yourself out. But you know the way out can’t be complicated, because see: there’s everyone else in the world out there not being sad. And that kind of makes you feel worse, too. Maybe I’m alone in this, I don’t know.
But this post is to remind me that it is okay; and I shouldn’t freak out when I am in that place because I always find a way out. Eventually. Most times all I need is a little help, and somehow the universe generally tends to push that help into my path.
So this post is also a little bit about gratitude. For being at a point in my life where I can admit that I need help (breathe), and for having that help made available to me.