There is no peace for a tortured soul.
There's always a battle to be sought, always a fight to loose. The mind runs rabid with thoughts of persecution and traumas that haven't yet happened. Past memories manifest, repeating over and over again. The bad out weighing the good, the light dimmed by the dark.

A morning can be the point of a terrible day. You can rise with confidence and faith in yourself that this day is yours.
One song, one poem, a smell or just a trick of the mind thinking you saw something that wasn't there. Then your day turns sour in that moment.
One breath and all doom consumes you.

Pulling through this is no easy feat. It almost can't be done alone. With the right mindset and a bit of luck you can undo this mess before it sets in.

Having a friend that completely understands you and has the right amount of love for you can be what changes your life. They can say one thing out of the blue and that smile that cascades across your face can transfer deep within.
Waking up your engine, giving you fight back!

I find night times be either the best or worst. Once alone I find distraction wherever I can but if I fail this task then the whispers start. My imagination is fueled past experiences and future what ifs.

This is a daily cycle that I try to break day after day night after night. Speaking, shouting, rocking, singing and even laughing all on my own.

I will one day be better
I will one day be saved
I will one day heal
One day is alway we have one day and always.