Depression. Disconnected. Energy Lost. Positive Gone. Regression. Everything Sucks. Sad Eyes. Sorrowful Spirit. Inner Downcast. One Thought. No Socializing.
I'm truly messed up.
Told it's the sexual abuse surfacing again.
Not my meds.
I have to figure out a way through this.
Love to.
Show me how.
I'd rather eat.
I'd rather isolate.
I'd rather hide in serving.
I'd rather hide in movies.
I'd rather hide in church.
I'd rather hide.
If seeing is believing,
Much of what I see is good.
If feeling is believing,
Much of what I feel is hurt.
If trusting is believing,
Much of what I trust is very little.
If loving is believing,
Much of who I love is real.
I don't want to talk yet about the demons dressed in sexual abuse. I don't want to go there because the pain, right now, is too much to bare. I'll get there soon though because, if anything, I'm a woman who fights to heal.
If fighting is believing,
The internal battle will be won.
