She walked through the door, closed it behind her and the moment she was sure nobody could hear her she started crying. She didn’t even know why she was doing so but somehow it all just seemed to be too much to handle. For so long she’s been holding everything inside, swallowing down her feelings, not allowing herself to think about them.
After about 20 minutes she managed to pull herself together and get up. When she walked into the room she looked at the clock on the bedside table. It said 11:11 – the time to make a wish. But she didn’t know if she should wish for everything to get better or for everything to end. She just fell on her bed, it felt like all power had been drained out of her body. She started sobbing again and finally fell asleep which for her means going back to a place that’s filled with nightmares but still easier to bear than the real world.
It was almost midday when she woke up. Dragging herself out of bed was a challenge for her every day. All she wanted to do was go back to her nightmares but instead the to-do-list for the day – for every day – said:
- Get out of bed.
- Survive the day.
- Go back to sleep.
A little something I wrote recently. _Becca