Be grounded. Live.
For years, everything feels blurry, for years, everything was floaty, and for years, everything
feels distorted.
I might be sleeping, I might be seating. I might be talking or I might be slurring. I might be
laughing or that might be a scream. Wherever I go, wherever I might be, confusion follows. That
could have been the voices in my head or that could have been my voice.
Be grounded. Live.
I wondered for so long, to live or to end it all? I hoped for something then, to reach or to throw.
The voices talked then, and I might have listened this time, some were laughing, some were crying. And to stay is what I chose.
Be grounded.
I decided to feel the weight of my world, to carry and hold onto it. I stopped running then and
accepted the rush.
Face your own demons, they said, and face them I did. No more denying, no more running To
live is to fight, and so I fought.
Live.
Surviving is enough, wondering is enough. It wasn't they said, but for me, it was.
Sometimes, knowing that you survived your own battle is enough to get going.
