It’s getting to be one of those times where everything goes down hill, fast. Where no matter what you do, it all gets to be too much. It all gets too overwhelming, too frustrating, and too frightening to handle. And it’s times like these when I start to lose it. I lose my sanity, my self, my very being in a feeling that begins to creep over me. And it’s times like these where all I can do is take the backseat to my dysfunctional roller coaster of a mind, hold on, wait it out, and pray for a smoother ride.
You know that feeling, the one that starts in your stomach, the size of a pea, and blossoms into something more? It burgeons from discontentment to sadness, sadness, the ever vigilant monster. That feeling that overwhelms, tears down, and dismays, is back. It’s back to plague you through the nights alone, when you just want companionship. It’s back during the days when you wander in a crowd, just wanting to be alone. The gut wrenching sadness is back, and there’s no getting rid of it. Whether you acknowledge it or not, it’s there.
