It's like you can't breathe. Every breath you take feels like you're sucking in lead instead of air. It gets heavier and heavier. The weight breaks your heart and your spirit. You walk with a hunch but the load is so heavy that you're lucky to be walking at all. Getting out of bed in the morning is impossible. Sleep feels like the only remedy. It's the only escape...unless you dream, but even those horrifying, breathtaking nightmares are nothing compared to when you're awake because that fear you feel when you wake up from a frightening dream never leaves you, it follows you, you carry it with you throughout the day. It eats away at you, pokes holes in your heart until you're riddled through like Swiss cheese. You're losing weight fast because sometimes you forget to eat. You don't feel hungry. It's an almost repulsive thought...to eat, but you do it anyway because you know if you don't, you'll die, and sometimes that thought makes you smile...it's a sick, morbid kind of smile. You think everyone is out to get you. Your friends grow fins and turn into sharks. You're afraid to let them get close. Daylight...those bright sunny days that once provided you comfort and hope...doesn't. You're a creature of the night. But, still you fight because you know that through all the pain, the stress, the heartache and the sadness, there is some place better after this. You believe it because that's all you have and it's the only thing keeping you sane; knowing that it will get better. I heard once, I forgot where, that it's not about how far you fall or how hard you hit the pavement, it's about what you do after...it's about surviving the fall.
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