There is a gravity to sadness; it pulls me downward into a deep dark well. I can't climb out. It's my own private hell. I pray for levitation. I jump, only to fall. I feel forgotten.
I put one foot in front of the other, and I will rise. I move on. Hope returns like a long lost friend, and I find my sanctuary.
I have 2 and a half weeks sober I went to the hospital and had 2 withdraw seizures. I fell and hit my head, I got a concussion and a small brain bleed, I am hopeful.