I miss the old me, the sensible optimistic girl with a wide smile plastered on her lips
The one who loved life
Who anticipated it
Who welcomed it with open arms
Whose mind wasn’t her enemy
Whose thoughts weren’t consuming & enervating
Now I feel crippled, decrepit
Living feels like a task
Saturated with gloomy thoughts
Terrified,
Terrified if it’s going to stay like this
Terrified that this heaviness may entrench herself too deep
Too deep it might leave a scar
A scar that would hunt me for the rest of my life
















