I didn’t get better fast enough, and now I’m feeling alarmingly worse.
I wasn’t vulnerable enough, couldn’t feel secure fast enough. And now I don’t know if it will ever be possible to feel those things.
Some things got better, but it wasn’t better enough.
I was struggling, barely holding on. And it feels like my head got shoved under water.
I was struggling to breathe in the air around me. And now I’m breathing in the water. Waiting to drown.
Ironic, isn’t it?
All I wanted was to feel better. To hold onto hope. And now I feel like all hope is now lost.
I am struggling.