sweet & salty

8.0

The day everything seemed to fall apart.
It felt like water was pushing me down, away from my reality.
My mind was filled with disbelief.
Then I was crying, consumed by the feeling I hate the most; vulnerability.
I started to feel sick, like my empty stomach was turning itself inside out.
I wished I never found out. As if somehow if the secret had been kept quiet, its effects wouldn't reach me.
Anger found its way to me, but not the anger you would expect. I was angry for feeling sad and empty. I was mad at the thought of being alone.
After that day, after I seemed to have felt every possible form of grief, I began to pick up the pieces. I learned to accept life as it is handed to me.
I moved on in the ways I felt I was supposed to.