To Better Days

Here's to the better days.

The days where waking up isn't a chore. The days where happiness is genuine. The days where you can go out in public without the fear of everyone judging you. The days where you don't worry about your weight. The days you feel like you're living instead of counting the days until you die.

To be free of the days the days that will replace the mental illness. To the days free from struggles. To the days where you don't feel worthy of recovery. To the days where you don't overthink your happiness away. To the days where you aren't battling with your mind to do things you'll regret doing. To the days where you lose all hope. To the days where you don't let your illness conquer you.

To be free.

To the better days.

To the days of smiling and laughing until tears are falling from your eyes like raindrops fall from the sky.

To the days where nothing anyone says matters because you aren't concerned about what others think of you.

To the days where time means nothing because you're having so much fun that it feels like it will never end.

To the days where you're living instead of surviving.

You never know whats round the corner.

You never know if tomorrows the day you get a promotion, you fall in love. You never know if tomorrows the day you will finally and slowly start to feel better about yourself. You never know if tomorrows the day that you ace that assignment, if tomorrows the day you finally figure out what you want to do with your life. If tomorrows the day you get over the heartbreak. If tomorrows the day you make up with someone you lost, if tomorrows the day you have the confidence to reach out for help.

To better days.

To the days where you are happy to be alive.

To the days where you look back on the thoughts you are having right now and are proud of yourself for getting past all that hardship because it allowed you to see the beauty of a today.

Because these days will come. The day will come where the rain gradually turns into sunshine and you realise that the storm actually does end. The day will come where you finally go to the doctor, you finally open up to someone and get the weight of the world off your shoulders. The day where you can finally breathe after suffocating in silence for so long.

Even if those better days aren't right now. Even if those better days are only a glimpse and even if the road to better days is bumpy and full of relapse that makes you feel like you're getting back to stage one. Even if the road to better days is taking years and years so your progress is masked by the length of the suffering.

Some progress is better than none.


Your present isn't your future. Better days are ahead.


Everyday is a chance at a new. The sun will rise and we will try again.

Better days are on the horizon.

Please, be around to see them.