What will it look like ?
What is my life going to look like…
If I live the rest of my life with this broken brain.
Every happiness coming with price
Every moment still has a shadow cast on it,
The golden moments losing its shine like a bronze statue oxidizing slowly after every rain.
Every tear drop depleting its glow.
Will I look back on my life and wish that I was braver?
Brave enough to chase the joy to chase the easy path despite others pain?
Standing in the line of fire, not caring about my own bleeding just so I can go on fighting another day, for as many days until all the liquid has run dry within me..
How does my broken brain justify a sacrifice like that ?
Depleting itself, depleting its host with out any second thought on the subject, without any double take to ask if it’s a good idea.
Keep going . don’t stop.
This is what my life is looking like
Just mean and my broken, tape and glue, loving everyone so much it hurts itself . Beautiful and bleeding. Brain
Living with a broken brain is an ongoing journey of complex emotions and challenges, something that many people silently endure. In my experience, every day feels like an intricate balance between moments of beauty and unavoidable pain. The brain, much like the poem describes, feels patched up with tape and glue—constantly trying to hold itself together despite the cracks. What resonates deeply is the struggle of finding happiness when it feels like each joyful moment carries a hidden price. This is a common feeling among those dealing with mental health struggles or neurological conditions. The shadow cast on otherwise golden times often leads to a sense of isolation, as if the world is vibrant yet muted at the same time. Bravery takes on a new meaning when living with such challenges. It's about finding the courage to face each day despite knowing the struggle will continue. Sacrificing personal comfort or even well-being to keep fighting can be exhausting, but it's also a testament to human resilience. The metaphor of standing in the line of fire, bleeding yet unyielding, perfectly captures this sentiment. One important lesson I've learned is the value of self-compassion. The mind’s harsh judgments or the “broken” label can be debilitating, yet treating oneself with kindness can help soothe these inner battles. It’s okay to feel vulnerable and to admit when things are difficult. This acceptance often opens doors to healing and empowerment. To anyone feeling like their brain or emotional state is broken, remember that these struggles don't define your worth. Each tear, each shadowed moment reflects strength and a deeper understanding of life’s complexities. Sharing our experiences, as in this heartfelt narrative, helps reduce stigma and fosters connection and hope.