I think I finally grieved all that I needed to last night; sat on the balcony for what felt like hours, cried out pain I’ve clung onto.
I yelled at God for abandoning me, prayed for protection of my life, asked the universe to spare me.
I let out all the frustration and fear, all the confusion and anger, all the tears I’ve held back for so long.
I quit being “strong.”
I hit a point where my mind shutoff, body shutdown, and woke up to the birds singing by my window.
Life is going on, with or without me.
So I don’t know what lies before me, though I know it might be fatal, but I know now I’m going to make the best of it.
Here’s to happier days ahead.