iamjaco

It’s funny, how somedays I struggle to see my own worth, being genuinely unable to comprehend that people love and care about me, seeing myself as a poorly stacked Jenga tower doomed to inevitably collapse.

And then other days- or hell even the same day, I can go from those thoughts to genuinely understanding that i am capable of being loved, that people care about me, that i am an amazing person who is trying their fucking best and has survived way more bullshit than anyone could reasonably ask of them.

Because despite it all, that Jenga tower is still fucking standing.

A diary of broken things.

You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.

Sometimes you have to forget what you feel, and remember what you deserve.

I am not defined by my past. I’m creating my future.

No one is coming to save you. You have to create the life you want for yourself.

Letting go is a part of life. It isn’t about collecting things you’ll keep forever but experiencing and enjoying them while they’re happening.