Slow beats

Sometimes, you should have seen it coming. 

The Bomb. 

 The events in life that are just giant piles of “omg wtf”. 

 It knocks the wind out of you, emotionally and physically.

At first you think, “How can this be happening?” Then, when you’ve had the chance to find the parts of your mind that fell apart, you can look back and just see how it could be. “Of course,” you say to yourself. 

It doesn’t change the fact that your mind felt like it was going to break, or that your heart was going to fall from its precious shelf in your chest…Now you have to start over. Get yourself back to the normalcy that you know. 

I hate that. The starting over. It takes so long to climb out of that well of self-doubt and depression. I revel in the moments where I’m not anxious about something because those moments are like sugar in my mouth…until I bite down on a grain of sand suddenly. 

And here again, out of this endless, dark chasm I climb. 

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