I woke with blurry eyes this morning. Those tears I wept all night had left me with poor sight.
But even as my vision comes back I feel lost, unable to see a clear path in front of me.
And I am hit with waves of grief, fear and a loathing for myself. I can not shake it. I don’t even recognise the girl in the mirror. Who is that who looks back at me? She needs help, she needs comfort, she needs her man to not of stopped breathing. To be holding her and telling her it will be alright.
But instead there is silence...a stillness that can’t be broken. The air around her feels empty, it lacks feeling and warmth. His breath no longer can be felt on her skin. His presence has gone. Yet she can not move on.
But the day must continue, it must play out. So she dons her best face and attempts to act out the role of the brave.
But to her it is just another broken day