And on and on. So many different times I’ve thought it – “I want to die”. Sometimes I meant it, sometimes I didn’t. But when I look back on it, never did I really want my heart to stop beating. I just wanted the death of these various emotions that were hurting me not just emotionally but physically.
I wanted the death of my lack of control over a world that is furious, and chaotic and beautiful and messy.
And all of those things did die eventually. How small they are in the rear view mirror. And a little bit of me died with each one of them.
But I’m still alive.
A very VERY wise person said that...one that can always find me on a PM - you know yiou can come through this - the above proves it.
Let us know what's going on - you can come through it
Blessing
Chris