The Fight Continues

Trapped. Alone in a never-ending sea of muck and quicksand. I struggle to get on top, but it still sucks me lower. Others get to walk on top, oblivious to our plight, except for jeers.
“Just get over it”
“It’s not that bad”
“Stop being so dramatic”
“You’re just doing it for attention”
Meanwhile, I’m sinking deeper and deeper in the recesses of my own psyche.
Getting sadder. Getting angrier.
Now, the same folks I look to for help, give me a wide berth. Giving me ‘space’.
I don’t want space. I don’t want to be alone.
I want help.


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