Quiet ushers in thoughts my heart can’t grasp.
Inconsequential moments cause waves of grief that knock my feet out from under me. A kiss, a smell, a touch.
Fear breathes down my neck, looks over my shoulder, and hovers- striking when I least expect it.
Mere thoughts paralyze me to the core.
A monster steals joy from the smallest moments. Lurking. Waiting.
Nausea. Exhaustion. Anxiety.
It hurts to breathe.
It hurts to think.
It hurts to feel.
Tears I have to hide.
Being still is a doorway to pain so I keep moving.
I am brave.
I am strong.
Everything is fine.
…except it’s not.