I hate this, I keep re living the horrible moments when I held 3 of my cousins die in my arms one from an overdose, the other two were gunshot wounds. Then the year after I seen my girl that was 5 months pregnant with my kids being carried out in a body bag. I'm broken and I've officially lost everything that kept me going so I don't know anymore :'(
I’m so not okay. Mon and Tues were not so bad. But today I am really down. Made it to the pool. Splashed around a bit. Did a few exuberant jumps for my inner child. Joy just happens in the pool. Even on the worst days. Not always. But today. The water is blue and when I’m floating, I don’t feel so heavy.Would like to marry a mermaid and be even. In the ocean. With the fish.