Dear anything,
While I don’t know exactly what I need from you right now, I do know that it’s something.
Anything.
I need anything to keep going. An ounce of hope. A reason to believe things will be okay…
An iota of stress being taken off my plate.
Things are only getting more and more complicated. Harder and more difficult to navigate. I don’t feel like life is supposed to be this…impossible.
I need to trade these fears for assurance. Anxiety for confidence. Panic for power.
Death for life.
Anything, I know you have something to give. And for once, could it please just be helpful instead of harmful?
I’m hanging on by a thread here. And I’d gladly trade up for a stick instead.