There are those good days…And then there are those bad ones.
What sucks the most is not knowing how to handle it. Fuck meds.
When there is no sunlight, no warmth on your skin, you forget who you were trying to become and succumb back into the darkness. The worst part is…
no one knows you are suffering from a fucking disorder that you can’t control. But I try. Trying matters, right..
The sun breaks over the horizon, finally.
Tossing and turning has begun to feel like the only permanent thing in my life.
They say friends are the anchors, they will be there.
Too bad everyone was too scared to ask the question.
Stretching, reaching, I climb over to see the sun at mid-morning.
Rising gradually as I rise to face the mountain before me.
I take the shovel, instead of climbing, I dig.
As the sun sets, I work. I struggle.
Until a new horizon. A new face. A new life.
A new hope.
Life is a peculiar thing…it takes its toll whenever it feels it should.
It doesn’t ask, it clings, it makes you suffer for the wrongdoings.
Life is a peculiar thing…after it takes, it gives.
A new hope has finally come to me.
A new face, a new life, a new beginning.
So, here’s to hoping that all the tossing and turning stays at bay while I sail away to a
new day and a new beginning.
Thanks to you, I have begun to climb this mountain, I have re-learned to love again.
I love you.