Thursday, August 25, 2016
hope is a demon
And yet I cling to it, because life is bleak without hope. I wonder what survival skill was helped by hope.
My Summer has been riddled with migraines and pain and exhaustion. Only a sliver of hope glistens here and there in rare moments of lucidity.
My friends and family try to check on me, but they all seem to be going through their own personal dramas and traumas. And when we do finally connect, I know people are being nice, but they start making suggestions and it makes me focus on my problems again. I work so hard to live in denial. Distract me please. Don't talk my problems to death.