A tear…
Posted on | March 8, 2010 | Comments Off
She found herself once again curled up in her bed with a book, buried in a reality that was anything but her own. It was tearing her apart because she knew deep down inside exactly what she needed to be doing, and this wasn’t it. But the fear and anxiety paralyzed her and she realized she was missing out on life. This was no way to live.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way…but it is…so deal with it. GET UP! There are plenty of people worse off than you. GET UP! You are not unique. GET UP! You are not alone…She wasn’t was she? If she’d been alone, she’d already have been gone by now…lost so far in her own head no one could have found her. But she wasn’t, and there were other positives she didn’t even see, yet.
A tear rolled down her face as she thought about what might have been and how angry she was that things didn’t work out. The physical pain was getting to her but the mental anguish was crushing…so hard to take even a full breath. She would be ok. The dog said so. But she had to get up…