It has been a dark month, but I refuse to apologize for the emotions I have been going through, despite a voice inside my chest that reminds me daily how weak I have become.
I've experienced struggle in this life on many occasions, but while this one is different, it is also not different at all; every day is a reminder of how psychological the notion of "hope" is. Some days, hope seems nothing more than a lie we tell ourselves in order to inspire our legs to keep treading water for one more day.
I've experienced struggle in this life on many occasions, but while this one is different, it is also not different at all; every day is a reminder of how psychological the notion of "hope" is. Some days, hope seems nothing more than a lie we tell ourselves in order to inspire our legs to keep treading water for one more day.
"Don't sink now," we tell ourselves. "The rescue boat could be here tomorrow."Meanwhile, we continue to swallow water. The taste of salt never leaves our lips.