My stories are hard to tell, I never end them well

Some days are just impossible. There is one side of myself who wants to carry on anyway... She is so sick of being sick that she just pushes herself - tries to push the symptoms away, because she wants to be free. She doesn't handle being trapped too well, and the symptoms trap her into a position she has been trying so hard to get out of.

The other side of myself is screaming, telling her to just stop and let her rest, let her sleep for another few hours... Let her just give up.

Maybe I should just be more patient with myself... Stop trying to push myself so hard. I won't feel like this forever.

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