They say that once you hit the lowest point in your life you can only go up from there. I swear I've hit so many low points I just keep going lower and lower.
Who decided that "they" knew what "they" were talking about ? Who decides we should just listen to them?
I keep sitting here on this lonely beach imaging a better place... A better time.... But all I hear is the waves crashing against the sand. All I hear is the ocean threatening me with something unknown.
My love for nature grows dim & my fears begin to take over my body. Panic attacks and sleeping so much and so long my body can't react to being awake properly.
I used to be confident and strong. I used to be in love with love and life. Now I fear the unknown. I fear being alone with my thoughts ringing so loudly in my head.
The ocean... There is an ocean inside my head. Filling my ears with water and letting my thoughts and memories drown me alive.
So when do things start looking up? Is it after I've already drowned all my happiness under the sorrow and contempt?