Somehow,
I got stuck in time.
Not my body,
just my mind.
I keep replaying the moments,
me yelling,
you crying.
I'm stuck.
And I've never been so stuck,
I'm like a wild animal in quicksand.
I keep fighting,
struggling,
but the more I struggle,
the least likely I am to escape.
The more I fight,
the more I feel pain.
Another one from May 2016. During this time, my anxiety and depression were running my life. My relationship with my boyfriend (who is now my husband) was being tested by other factors. He had an issue with addiction and the people he had chosen to surround himself with. I was fighting for myself, so that I didn't give in to my depression and anxiety, but I was also fighting for him so that he was able to keep his head above water. I've always had that "If you go down, I'm going down too." mentality with him. He never had anyone in life to really guide him down the right path, so I took that position. It was a struggle for us both and we both endured so much pain, but we are so much stronger for it today!
