Spiralling
Spiralling down. Down. And down. Will I ever reach the bottom of it ? At this point I only want to be there… so I can start going up and up and become again who I once was.
Instead, each day seems to pull me lower and lower and slowly I drown in my own sorrow. Thick waves of anger, rage and sadness embrace me in loving care. Deep inside, I know it would be so easy to close my eyes and let myself go. Instead, I still try to fight it all back, while others, in a careless manner, step on me over and over again, trying to throw their own problems and troubles away. Who am I to help others when I can’t even help myself ?
Salvation, I know… is forever out of reach.
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Sand,
I don’t know what has brought you to such a low state, but just know this. You have friends here. Friends who care for you. Friends who are reaching out to you. Wanting you to take hold. Wanting to help you. We won’t promise you all the answers, but we will promise to be here to support you, in whatever it is that is troubling you. Just trust us, and take hold of our hands. We will not let go of you.
TFM.
Dear Sand,
It’s been a while ago that you’ve posted and I sincerely hope you feel better now.
I don’t know you personally, but this blog has been in my thoughts regularly in the past weeks.
One of the things I was thinkng, is that there will be no bottom: this pit is endless. So don’t wait till you’ve reached something that’s not there, but grab all your force and courage, reach out your hands and try to get grip on the wall to climb up again. Now! The earlier you start, the shorter your way will be.
It’s not easy, your fingers will slip many times, and you will fall down again, but don’t give up.
Don’t look down in the tempting darkness, but look up at your goal.
I’m wishing you all the strength you need.
Zipp (who’s still climbing her own wall)