You know what sucks tbh?
It’s the moments where you’re doing fine-in fact, better.
You feel like you can get through the day and that things will be okay.
But then something happens.
It could be the smallest thing.
The feeling when it all comes crashing down.
The moment you feel like it’s all gone wrong.
Honestly, you just wanted to have a decent day-maybe just a “neutral” day.
A day where it doesn’t suck too much.
Just the days where you can actually breathe.
The routine-sleeping, doing whatever it is you do, then sleeping again.
Forgetting how shitty you feel, even if it leaves you numb.
I guess you could say you want to “zombie” through the day.
And in the blink of an eye, you’re not okay.
You feel broken, again.
Deep down you knew you weren’t okay, but you don’t know what else you’d call it.
You’re not really living…You’re just…Existing?
I don’t know anymore.