That’s how I feel.
Like I cannot keep my head above the water. I can’t breath. Panicked.
And I can’t swim. Hopeless.
These emotions are being more and more frequent. These dark days overtaking more of my life.
I struggle because I do not want to ask for help. Become medicated. Become her. But as these dark days stretch on, I wonder if medication will be the only hope for relief.
It’s just a bad day, not a bad life.
Breathe in, breathe out. And take it moment by moment.