It's something you can't control. It has power over you. Surrounded by friends and family. Joy fills your heart. But it won't let you be happy. It won't let go of its ever increasing grip. It laughs in your face when you think you've made progress. It wants you to hate yourself. It wants you to let go of the things that once brought you happiness. It wants you to forget what it's like to love yourself.
You are so tired from the fight. Weariness is the new normal.
The light is dim, but you can still see it. It used to burn so bright inside.
Some day, it will all make sense. I cannot tell you how or when or why. This is not in vain.
Today: Like most, I'm trying to figure things out. Sometimes that's day by day, moment by moment, and even breath by breath.