I feel lost in the mess of it all, the things this life can offer.
I don't know how to breathe sometimes. Every muscle so tense it's almost burning
Churning
Yearning
Learning how to live again is so much harder than it should be, harder than I'd hoped. Harder than anything is everything. Sunlight hurts. The cozy cave of my bed. The books I can't focus on. I can't focus on anything. Even the mundane trivialities seem overwhelming. Unrelenting. Without end.
When will I be me again, be free to laugh without crying. Sigh out of contentment