I haven’t journaled in ages. Coz’ I can’t face it. I probably should coz’ maybe it’ll take away the need to mess up and self harm at the moment. Just to step on the slippery slope. the familiar. Someone suggested I use a writing prompt. So, breath. And yeah, I’m so going to regret posting this.
It hurts to breathe.
It hurts to be.
It hurts to live.
It really hurts to breathe.
Air. Air. You just need air. To be able to breathe. Take another breath. Air. Air. You just need air. A little bit more. A little bit less. Air. Air. You just need air.
I’m way too on edge and dunno how to change it. Or wind it down. Or make it okay. I just want to feel like I can. Breathe.
Breath. People don’t realise. How precious it is. How important. How fundamental. How normal. Neither do I. Neither do I. Breath. Breathe. Just focus. On every. Single. Breath. Just. Breathe. Be. Breathe. Even if and when and though nothing makes any sense.
Love, light and glitter