I am losing my parents to an awful illness. I have lost my sister to mental illness. I have lost a house, a husband, a family, and I'm losing my dog. I have lost friends. I have lost love. I have let myself lose a couple careers. I lost my innocence. I lost a spark of life; I lost it and it's gone, almost like magic. *Poof*
At one point in time, I even lost my desire to live. Today that feeling has returned. Life feels hard, everything feels hard and I'm tired of losing. What's the point? Is this drama or Depression? Fact or Fiction? It feels very real, raw and extremely uncomfortable. It steals my breath, crushes my heart and makes every cell in my body ache.
I have lost a buddy, a friend, a confidant, a lover.
I have lost myself and found myself and lost myself....
