A Blog About Living with Mental Illness
When darkness falls over my broken heart, whispering winds run circles in my mind.
As I hold on to the memory of dying, I wonder who was right.
The nighttime highlights old shadows, beckoning out from deaths cozy lair.
We’re fighting for a life I laid down long ago, and it’s getting harder to pretend I still care.
It’s as though I’m stuck on a hamster wheel.
My cage is a blazing maze made of mirrors and I’m surveying the same scene over and over from a hundred different viewpoints.
Watching as I run faster and faster in a never ending loop. Growing weaker and more weary with every step.
No matter how hard I run, I am still there.
Unable to escape my fiery tomb, eternally tortured by the shame of history and the unrecognisable face of my self.
Oh wow Catherine! This is powerful, so, so powerful! ❤
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