“You look sick.”
Those words hit me like a slap in the face and I fight to hold back the tears that immediately spring to my eyes.
Don’t call me that.
My emotions are on a roller-coaster ride and didn’t get the memo from management that I don’t want to cry in front of people.
I’m not sick.
Taking a deep breath I attempt to yank myself, my real self, from within the depths of the shadows that are pulling me further and further inside them.
I’m in here… fight for me.
I have beaten this twice before; this ugly darkness that takes me from my family and threatens to make me into a different person.
You are not that person, do not let the darkness win.
Every day I fight this war, a battle I thought I had already won, and some days I need reminders that I shouldn’t give up.
Please don’t give up, I’m still in here.
Some days I need reminders that I was once a fearless warrior and I can do it again.
I believe in you, I always have.