It’s like drowning or constantly being smothered under a pillow.
That’s how being alive feels… daily.
It’s like I’m programmed to say and do and feel certain things to get through each day. I’m here and I’m there but I’m not present anywhere. I’m detached. I’m tired. I’m frustrated. I’m cutting?
And then it’s time to sleep. And the only happy thought that sends me into deep slumber is hope that I will drown, that I will suffocate, that I will die.
Ah 🙂 peace at last.