fallen -- anxiety and depression

October 7, 2017
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I ran away a long time ago. The memory of it seems to be fading--those hopeful times when I stood taller were grand, but I'm not so certain a stronger verison of me has or will ever exist again. Now, I hide in fear of the reality chasing me, and I am afraid. The dark is unknown to me and the tears seem consistent. I take another step deeper into the cold, dark, and lonely path ahead without a second thought. Look at what I've become--a coward cowering in the shadows. Sometimes I take a glimpse back at the life I had; such a distant glow it was, but the farther I trout the darker it gets. My hands are tied behind my back, my sight wanders to a place it should never be, my knees are weak, and I. . . I am afraid. I have fallen. Down, down I go. Deeper into the dark, deeper into the hole.





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