How much is too much?

Everythings bright and everythings new, look how much you've accomplished and its all u; you really have so fucking much to be grateful for - you've picked urself up and no longer are you laying face down on the floor. Trying not to romantasize to make it sound like it wasnt all fun, and for sorting your life out: A-fucking one. The problem is in the fact that it wasnt all bad and here in lays the harsh reality my lad...
That something that fucked you up so badly, now that is gone from your life it leaves u so sadly? Strange as what it might seem; testing-testing: this is not a dream. And as badly as you just want to wake up out this bad nightmare, youre fighting to stay asleep cause reality is what gives you the real fucking scare...
Harsh, crude and extremely cold that the way life i see, and then sometimes its just plain fucking trippy? There is really nothing that makes sense at all in any way, your life is running out - wasted, there, its gone: another day! So how are you gonna face this issue head on? Well have to work on that but ill gaurantee you ill need too stay strong...

'We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.'

Albert Einstein