Instantaneous Change

It was almost instantaneous, the way she had changed.

She was once, but for a very long time, the sad girl. The one who couldn’t seem to get anything to work out for her. The type of girl who would attempt to move mountains for others, only to stumble with no one about to pick her up. She was fragile, because her heart had been shattered and her dignity stripped.  

But she was no longer this person. 

Call it Post Traumatic Growth, call it the help of years of medication, call it growing up. Whatever you want to call it doesn’t matter, because she finally wasn’t the sad girl anymore, and that’s all that she had ever wanted in this life. 

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About zedmondson

Zoe. 22. Australia. I'm writing to share my experiences with Bipolar Disorder with others. I believe in fighting stigma surrounding mental illness. I believe in being able to wear my heart on my sleeve; or on my blog. And I believe in myself. That's what my blog is all about. Hope you enjoy x View all posts by zedmondson

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