Thunderbolts*

you can’t hold it in all alone. no one can. i think what made me love this film so much was because of how it portrayed grief and pain, as well as how much it can affect not only you but also the individuals around you. it’s hard to swallow a pill like that—it’s hard to breathe when it all becomes so suffocating and overwhelming. i’ve said this multiple times, but it is our decision to do something about it or to just give up and leave it be as it consumes the entirety of our being. it will pass, yes, but what if it never will? what if it gets worse? will it even get better? is it damage beyond repair? perhaps it is. maybe it’s not. though, i am aware of the fact that keeping it in and suppressing it can destroy you even further; after all, you have to let it out somewhere in one way or another. most of the time, even though it doesn’t really disappear, letting it out can help you feel lighter. a burden like that is too much to bear when you’re all alone, and healing doesn’t come about overnight. it isn’t easy, and it takes a shit ton of time. progress isn’t linear, and it isn’t always loud.