Have you ever been so sick that you couldn’t be around the people you love?
Have you ever been so sick that lifting your head up off the pillow takes everything you have?
Have you ever been so sick that every moment away from someone sends you spiraling back to that place you were at when her father took his life?
Have you ever been in a relationship with a man that took on his role but doesn’t want to hear you talk about these things?
Have you ever had no one, literally, to talk to?
All your friends are gone.
Your parents think you should be over it.
He doesn’t want to hear about it.
Your baby is too young to understand.
You can’t see a therapist or a psychiatrist because if you do they will know that your broken.
They will know.
You were being held together all this time by spiderwebs.
You are alone.
You can’t scream.
You can’t cry.
You can’t move.
Have you ever been so sick it felt like the entire world ended and you were left alone in the ashes?