Breathe, try, believe it will get better, it can get better. After all this time, do I still believe that it can get better? I've gotten some good days recently - or more accurately, ok days.
The pain is rising now, as the meds were off as they always do after a week. I'm sick of failing. I'm sick of trying. I'm sick of the roller coaster ride that has a tiny, painful crawl to the top, then a drop to the bottom that has me losing my breath, just trying to land on my feet.
Memories they haunt me,
These voices in my head taunt me,
Got this awful feeling I can't shake,
Like any mooment now I'm gonna break,
I'm just hoping I won't break.
YOU ARE READING
emerging - my journal
Non-Fictionthis is my private diary that I'm sharing with you, in the hope that you might be able to see a bit of yourself in here & maybe take something from it.
