You know those moments where you want to fight until your last breath. You’re so desperate, clawing your way out — or maybe it’s in — but getting nowhere fast. Straining to make everything stop spinning out of control. Needing, just needing to make sense of it all and wondering where you’ve gone wrong.
In those moments where you don’t know what you’re looking for but you know you have to find it or your heart might just stop– stop beating. In those moments when life seems so far away from you and so so so big that you can’t seem to reach it, like a child that’s too small to hold on and stay on.
Those moments when life stops and yet rushes by so quick you only capture blurry glimpses that don’t connect or explain anything at all.
Those moments where you feel so alone you start believing you don’t exist.
I don’t like those moments.