I like to think of my sadness as an ocean.
There are high tides and there are low tides. When the tide is low, I can catch my breath. I can live life and have fum, but I'm always dreading the waves that will surely come back and pull me out to sea.
When the tide is high, I start to crack. I can't think or breathe right, it's like I'm looking through fog. The pain in my chest becomes unbearable and I wait for it to end. Sometimes I'm not sure if I'm waiting for the sadness to go away or if I'm waiting for my life to end.
I think I can hold on for now though.
