it’s funny how i’ve received plenty in this spiritual retreat, and was given renewed hopes and promises as a precious child of God…
that now begs the question. should i fight to stay, even just one more time? depression can be so fucking cruel. what i have, what i have fought for, it robs me of them at the drop of a pin. there’s no warning sometimes. and it is these surprise attacks that can be the most dangerous. i am fighting against time and against my mind.
should i stay? or should i go?
i’m too tired to fight. so i can only curl up under a thin blanket and sob. i should go. there’s nothing left to fight for. what i can fight for, i already have.
who will win (or lose)?