Consider This My cry for help

 



I can feel it happening. I can hear my mind making a mockery of my zeal to survive. The laughter in my ears as I look into the mirror and I know another spiral is on its way. I felt it in my bones as I tried to wake up in the morning. Everything seemed to be dragging again. It feels like watching my body exist on its own while I am just a Spector It is a bitter taste in my mouth, a taste all too familiar. A taste I should have made peace with a long time ago. But who makes peace with despair?

 It is like having a heavy clock always hanging around my shoulder. It seeks to suffocate me until I can barely breath. It’s a feeling of hopelessness that seeps into my bones, consuming every part of my being until I feel like I am drowning in a sea of darkness. It’s a constant ache in my chest, a gnawing emptiness that can't be filled no matter how hard I try. It's like being lost in a labyrinth with no end in sight, every turn leading to another dead end.

I am lost in a never-ending cycle of pain and sorrow. Every day feels like a battle, and I am constantly fighting to keep my head above water. I am overwhelmed with emotions, and I can't seem to find a way out of the darkness. The weight of sadness and anxiety bear down on me like a heavy stone. Every breath feels like a struggle as I try to keep myself together. I am overwhelmed, and I can't seem to shake this feeling of despair

 Hopelessness is a deep, dark pit that you can't climb out of, no matter how hard you try. It's like being trapped in a never-ending nightmare, unable to wake up no matter how loud you scream. It’s the feeling of being alone in a crowded room, the weight of the world pressing down on your shoulders until you can't stand up straight. Despair and hopelessness are like two sides of the same coin, both equally suffocating. They strip away your joy, your happiness, and leave you with nothing but emptiness and pain. It’s a dark and somber place to be, a place where the sun never shines and the clouds never part. It's a place where the future is uncertain and the past is a painful reminder of all that's been lost.

 As I finish venting my feelings on this page, I want to believe what the preacher said. Something about there being a glimmer of hope and a silver lining in every cloud. The only silver I see is though the tears that blind me even as I type . Maybe I will go out and find a stranger to talk to and everything will feel lighter. Or maybe I won’t.

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. TheWhisper18 April 2023 at 05:19

    Well, every storm does run out of rain and every dark night surely sees the sunny beams of the morning light. Nothing lasts forever. I hope you did find that stranger dear Author.

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