They said it would get easier.
They always say that though, don't they?

A decade has gone by since the moment of my descent, when the sun began to set over me.

Ten years of surviving instead of living, constantly struggling and slipping.
Ten years of feeling the tediousness of each hesitant breath, mourning again & again after each sudden death.
Ten years of wondering when it was going to start getting easier like they all promised it would.

But the only thing getting easier is ignoring the pain of fresh wounds from old habits.