I know I’m not supposed to do it. I am supposed to overcome. Endure. Persevere. Take a lickin’ and keep on tickin. Fall down and get up again.
There is so much shame in giving up.
My world is tiny. Isolated. Empty. Bitter. Broken. Needy. No kids. No job. No dream.
I was traumatized last summer. I don’t have the desire to recover. I have chosen to lie down and let it take me.
So much shame. Hopeless. Worthless. Meaningless. I cannot love.
I am already dead inside. I simply will be finishing the job.