✏ Write or Wrong βœ

Writing is kinda like my only friend. That and cookies. I don’t discriminate when it comes to writing and cookies. Any form is fine. 

I write because I have no idea what’s happening to me body. Or why.

So I write it the best way I know how.

Cope.

All I have is trying to handle this the best way I know how.

I’ve made peace with the fact that whatever way I deal with this, I tried my best. I sought answers in every way I possible way. 

I asked for help ……. I rarely ask for help. But none so far. Usually that’s a point of growth. But I’m at a loss here…. And I feel like I’ve stepped so far back I don’t know where to start.

Then I have this obstical…. The Entity…. Keeping me up at all hours of the night. Waking nightmares. Trying to control my life and tell me what to do down to when I should pee.

And so my mind is set on that because every moment of my life is met with this reality, a personal hell…. No one else can see.

I meet it with courage, but courage 24/7 is exhausting. So I fought over decades for others and I can barely fight for myself right now. 

And I wonder, if there is anyone out there in the whole universe that can fight for me.

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