feeling like it’s the end of the world…. my delicately constructed universe has come undone… fragments of the dream shattering to the floor…
but no… i can’t drown in self-pity and misery (even if it’s so much easier to get ‘depressed’)
i’ll survive, somehow… i must! that brick wall, i’ll break it down… it’s not a dead end, it’s not a dead end, it’s not a dead end….
i just have to keep repeating that to myself over and over and over again and maybe i’ll get through the next months alive (and relatively whole)…
here’s to not giving up