The feeling, when it comes, is nearly impossible to be imagined by or described to those who have not felt it before. It assaults her body and her mind simultaneously. She is left crippled and nauseated, without hope or happiness. There is frustration, too; an overwhelming feeling that escape from the burdens of those failings, those setbacks, those countless obstacles which have been amplified a thousand-fold would be easily reached if only she could find her way out. But there is no out, and she lies immobile on her bed instead, unwashed and unfed. Isolated and choking on tears that never come. Waiting for a future that could not possibly be any worse; for tomorrows that, as far as she's concerned, have all ended today.
did you write this?
ReplyDeletebecause it literally brought me to tears.
this hits home
like no other.