If you ask me how I am today, all I can say is that I’m trying.
Trying to breathe. Trying to RESIST my newfound supply of tools Trying to ignore the memories. Failing, but trying again.
I feel so weak but I hear these voices arguing with me.
I’ve been through too much! I can’t do it!
She tells me I’ve already been through so much – so of course I can do it.
Sometimes I DONT WANT TO. This isn’t fair!
I’ve been through a lot. I feel like I’m going to break but I’m trying to keep breathing.