If you look in the mirror and don’t like what you see, you can find out firsthand what it’s like to be me…
I’m not so okay. But I’m hanging on. I’m questioning life and what it means, and if I really even belong here anymore.
It’s been a rough day after a rough week. I’m shut down and withdrawn and alone. Slowly but surely, I’m cutting people out. Maybe so that it hurts less when I’m gone.
I’m a little broken, wondering if maybe I’m simply just a little too broken.
My husband looked over at me, smiling, after a completely shit day.
I simply looked back at him and told him that I am not strong. I cannot do this again. There is a limit to my strength, and I have reached it.
A bad night after a bad day after a bad week after a bad month. I’ve reached my limit.
So gather ’round, piggies, and kiss this goodbye
I’d encourage your smiles, I’ll expect you won’t cry
I’m sorry. I’m too tired for the bullshit. Too tired for the pain, the hurt…all of it.
I’ll fight another night, maybe.
But I don’t know how many more I have in me.