Here is a new post that I worked an old post into…
Pressure; suffocating me from the inside as my world collapses around me. I can’t breathe, can’t eat, can’t live. My innards begin to invert as the feeling of absolute despair thickens. The river of my emotions has been flooded by the rains of my misery and tears. The current grabs a hold of me and I become a child’s ragdoll, barely able to keep my head above the cresting waves. What will I do? Dealing with these moments is how we define ourselves- will you be strong or weak? The easy answer is to stop fighting and let the waves overwhelm and wash over you as you gulp down mouthfuls of water until you drown. This situation has happened to many. The weak will flounder and eventually have the fight washed from them. But, if you keep fighting, you will have endured the worst as the current will dissipate and allow you to reach for the coast. You can’t expect someone to come along and offer liberation. You must save yourself from your own flood- your runaway hopelessness. If you’re lucky, you may find someone on the coast who is willing to give you a helping hand, out of the now calm current and dried off.