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. 

That’s survival. 

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