I’m trying to keep from drowning in sorrow. I don’t know if I’m succeeding. Doesn’t feel like it.
I felt like I was seen, valued and loved. But I was wrong. I was thrown out with ease. And now I feel so alone. Invisible.
I feel compelled to keep writing. But what do I have to say? What do I have to offer? Does anyone want to know my inner thoughts?
I want my writing to give me some perspective, some healing. Instead it just feels as futile as everything else in my life.
I might just disappear completely. But if no ones looking does it even matter?