I am fighting so hard right now and I am not winning. It is that hard enveloping kind of sad that fills every crack and crevice. I spend so much time fighting clawing my way back , but it feels like I am in a free fall through an unknown black hole. I am terrified that I will never find my footing. Exhaustion is settling in as my body absorbs every picture and memory that my mind chooses to replay. Every breathe is a reminder of how close that I have come to dying, and the moments that I wished one of them would have just finished me off. The more that I fight , it seems the stronger their grip.
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