Battling sadness {Ryan}
Aug 4, 2018 14:11:31 GMT -5
Post by Sleepy Fluttershy on Aug 4, 2018 14:11:31 GMT -5
Capricorn Rox.
It happened again. My feet deep in disgusting dirt, sinking lower and lower. No shoulder to lean on, no strength to scream. In the end, it all was a mess of rotten grass, mud and frog limbs.
I woke up in cold sweat, coughing up the remains of nonexistent liquid, kicked the air a few times and landed on the floor. None of this was real - just a nightmare, but it would take hours to erase that feeling of helplessness - and I needed to snap out of it.
A regular smile for my mother, a good morning for my father, but all of it was weak and fake, despite all the effort. I couldn't even feel the happiness inside - how was I supposed to share it with others?
I went outside and sat down on the porch. The swamp was in my mind, flooding every thought. I wanted a hug - but I was so used to giving them away that I had no idea how to get one for myself.
It happened again. My feet deep in disgusting dirt, sinking lower and lower. No shoulder to lean on, no strength to scream. In the end, it all was a mess of rotten grass, mud and frog limbs.
I woke up in cold sweat, coughing up the remains of nonexistent liquid, kicked the air a few times and landed on the floor. None of this was real - just a nightmare, but it would take hours to erase that feeling of helplessness - and I needed to snap out of it.
A regular smile for my mother, a good morning for my father, but all of it was weak and fake, despite all the effort. I couldn't even feel the happiness inside - how was I supposed to share it with others?
I went outside and sat down on the porch. The swamp was in my mind, flooding every thought. I wanted a hug - but I was so used to giving them away that I had no idea how to get one for myself.
