I… am not okay. I felt myself sliding down the walls of the pit and I clawed at the walls to slow the fall. I thought I’d managed to catch myself and cling to the side…. and then I slid further still. I am not okay. I know this. But I know, too…. that I will be. Eventually.
It is a game of patience. Of waiting. Of remembering that my mind is lying to me, that all the painful whispers picking at my soul are not fact but fiction. I haven’t been this deep for two years now.
Please… please don’t last until April like the last time. Please let me be able to climb those walls back up to the light again soon. Please.