I am somehow put together by million little pieces. They often stick together perfectly and than out of no where, they don’t. There is this mix of crippling anxiety paired with a ripple of depression.. both full of denial rolling in without warning, interrupting my spirit.
A negative stigma around mental health that I’m so painfully guilty of not understanding is hitting far too close to home. It’s happening to me.
I push it out of the way but eventually the impenetrable wall won’t move anymore and I just feel so broken. I am so broken.
I want to be okay like I used to be. I want to regain control. But just as I think I’ve gotten there again, another wave hits and I’m drowning all over again.