since I’ve cried myself to sleep. I feel as if I’m swimming in a pit of despair. I see glimpses of sunlight where I surface from the darkness and have normal happy days. But, as of late, I can’t seem to find the positives in life and I can’t stop crying. I can’t seem to remember what it’s like to not be this low. I can’t seem to get out of bed at a normal hour. Going to work…hell, even getting ready for work is a trial and tribulation. At work, it takes me an exponentially more amount of energy to pretend I’m the same old me. Fun, happy, loud, sarcastic, fiery, sassy, me. As I think about it, I cannot seem to grasp what it took to get me there.
I want to disappear.